bathroom. Hovering over the toilet, I open my mouth to vomit but nothing happened. I remained on my knees with my head over the toilet for a good three minutes hopeful that the urge I was fe

loser, the scent of his perfume revived the previous urge which was now starting to die. I ran to the bathroom and this time around, I vomited. Jay ran in after me and pulled my hair up into a bun in an attempt to aid me. I stood up and pushed him away as I said,

t was why he was angry. It was dead quite until a nurse came in to check whether or not I was awake yet. "Congratulations sir", she said to Jay as she left to go get the doctor. I looked at her in annoyance. I mean, what exactly was she congratulating him for? Bringing me in or winning a Nobel peace prize? The doctor walked in shortly and began telling me how my health was in good condition and that I would be discharged within a few hours. " Once again congratulations sir, make sure you do not s

this was not the time for me to be difficult, there was nothing stopping him from beating me if he wanted to. "You are one sick human being" , he said with disgust. " Are you seriously angry that I'm engaged?", he asked. "If you are then we know who should be given the title of the world's dumbest person" , he added. I stayed mute as tears began to flow down my face. I opened my mouth in an attempt to speak but no words managed to escape my lips. "