Alana Is Always ...

Cause I got something to tell you

Alana's POV:
Im sitting on my bed alone, thinking.

My eyebrows furrow as I push away the painful thoughts; the painful memories. I've cried for so long that I my tears could fill a swimming pull.
I suddenly hear the front door to the house open. Drowning in my thoughts, I fail to respond; and i don't think I can talk about it.
"Should I pretend to be asleep?" I think, Just escape my mind, the bedroom door swings open.

"What's wrong" It's Danielle.
I look at her, attempting to make a calm response. My eyes drop to the floor, looking at it without really seeing it; trying to conjure up the words,  but I soon begin to cry even harder.

I feel warmth of her arms around my shoulders as she hugs me. "It's ok, it's ok, Lans," She comforts, with the subtle use of my nickname. "You don't have to tell me tonight; just tell me tomorrow. Now you look exhausted. Lets get you to bed." As soon as I hear those words my head starts spinning, I nod.

I try to stand up, but stumble as I grip onto Danielle's poor arms, suddenly feeling a stabbing pain in my stomach. "Bathroom," I croak. Though, before I could finish my the word, my head whips down as I vomit on the floorboards. Danielle hastily guides to the bathroom, sitting me down in front of the toilet as she ties my hair up. I puke until I've nothing left to puke.

There goes my lunch.

Danielle cleans me up, washing my hair and cleaning my body with a soapy towel. Shes leaves me in the bathroom for a moment, coming back with a boyfriend jumper and sweatpants, promoting me to change into them as she leaves the room again.

When I emerge from the foul-smelling bathroom, I find Danielle sitting on the bed, waiting to comfort me. I make a feeble attempt at a smile, in favour of her graciousness, but plop down next to her as cradles me in her arms, rubbing my back as I continue to cry uncontrollably.

I think to myself "I will never be the same". She guides me into my pillow, readying for bed. I wake up every few minutes, each time hopelessly making plans to achieve the only goal that i have right now: to tell someone what happened without breaking down. Clearly , I don't get much sleep at all.

The next morning, I wake up with Danielle still snuggled up with me; she never left my room, I realise.

"Are you still asleep?" she asks. I keep my eyes closed, allowing her to take a shower as she believes I'm still asleep. Deep in my morning thoughts, I don't realise that she had already left the room after her shower.

I grab my phone from my nightstand, reading, "8:00AM". I bite my lip as my stomach churns, thinking of what I must try to do today. Ten minutes later, Danielle walks into the room, hair still wet.

"Alana, I made pancakes downstairs. Do you want some?" she asked.

"Sure," I shrug, sitting up as she exits my room ahead of me. "Can I have ice cream with mine?"

Walking down the stairs, she replies, "Yeah,"

I yawn as I begrudgingly stand up, soon changing into nicer clothes.

When I arrive at the kitchen, Danielle is already serving the pancakes. I wordlessly take my plate and sit on the couch, trying to mask my shaking hands and the fact that my lungs are beginning to swell up, I begin eating. Thankfully, Danielle doesn't ask why I'm not eating on the table and instead sits next to me, eating her own pancakes in silence.

The only sounds that filled the room were our knives and forks hitting the plates, the occasional shift in sitting position, and our own chewing and breathing. That is, until she decides to break the ice.

"Alana, there's no rush to tell me," she begins. "But when will you be ready?" I freeze, slowly finishing off the bit of pancake left in my mouth in order to stall. Even when my mouth is empty, I hesitate.

"C-can we wait until the whole family's here?" I stutter.

She looks at me. "Okay. But, just let me call Este. Could you wash up please?"

"Fine, then." I reply.

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~ Danielle's POV ~

I walk up the stairs and into my room, closing the door so that Alana doesn't hear my conversation on the phone; I don't want her to know that I really am worrying about her. I call Este, silently thanking her for always answering on the first ring.

"Hello?" she answers.

"Hey Este, are mum and dad there with you?" I ask.

"Yeah, why?"

"You all need to come home ASAP. Something's happened with Alana."

She begins to sound worried, even on the phone. "What happened? Is she okay?"

"She's not physically hurt, or anything; emotionally though, I'm not so sure." I say gravely. "When I came home last night, Alana was bawling her eyes out. She said that she wanted to tell me what happened when the whole family's here."

She took a short pause, processing. "OK, look after her until we get back. We'll be there in half an hour."

"Of course I will. Love you. Drive safe." Then I hang up the phone.

I walk back downstairs and to my surprise, Alana's not there. I glance around and realise how much cleaner everything looks. Looking in the fridge and cupboards, I notice how neat and tidy everything is; the clutter is gone, as is the spoiled food. Even the cereals are in height order.

"Alana cleaned a lot while I was on the phone," I remark. "But where is she?"

I go back upstairs to check her room, and find her cocooned in her blanket. She's asleep; deep asleep, judging by her fluttering eyes. I don't wake her, but I do notice how red they are. I feel a pang in my stomach as I realise that she must have been crying again.

I walk back to my room and lie on my bed, as I begin to drift asleep with racing thoughts; "Why is she so upset?" I ask myself. "What could have been so terrible, that she can't even speak about it, not even to me?"

A/N
Thank you for reading please comment and vote, have great day/night everyone.
A massive shoutout to therapie who edited this chapter.
-Talisha