The morning sun shines through my window, illuminating my room with its bright light. I groan softly, covering my eyes with my arm and trying my level best to sleep again. But the pain in my lower abdomen and back is so bad, that I feel like dying. I've realised that with every passing year, the pain doubles.
But the one my chest holds can’t be compared to anything.
I roll over, and grab my phone from the side table, turning it on to check the time. It shows 10:46 am, along with 18 missed calls, and 10 voice messages from Nathan. 3 text messages from Liam, along with a missed call. Jeez, can't these boys live without me for like a few hours? I had no idea how bad it will hurt, so I didn't inform Nathan last night that I won't be attending school because didn't have any idea. When I wok
