was sc

ld for her. That was until Indianna's father died. From then on Iris had retreated into herself and didn't show Indianna the love or affection that she once had. She still cared about her daughter, but Indianna often felt unwanted. She didn't think her mother cared anymore, so on the few days that Iris seemed to perk up and take an

e had yet to unpack. She sat down on her double bed and fell back onto the soft duvet. Her eyes fluttered shut and she sighed, her mind going back to th

her mouth, suddenly feeling very queasy. A wave of nausea made her gag and heat washed over her body, she could feel sweat forming on her back already. Indian

lunch was sitting in the toilet bowl with a gasping Indianna clutching at the side of the toilet, gripping the seat tightly to hold herself up. She suddenly felt very weak and she groaned

heavily. She rubbed her eyes and pulled herself up from the floor, stumbling weakly back into her room. It was dark out

n the mirror when she turned the light on. Her skin was pale and she

dache that was starting to form. It offered her temporary relief, but as soon as she stepped out she

med in her stomach. She pulled a vest stop over her head and stumbled, reaching out for her b

feeling. She reached down for her shoes, not wanting to go to school but she hoped that a distra

to school? You are

elt his presence before she fell asleep the night before and she ha

going to sc

day. I can't s

can, and y

s, I am not being stuck

n't get

rowned. *N

the reason you ar

the only

stay at ho

uple of hours.* Indianna sounded like she wasn't

ffed. *It pro

e and stood up. *I guess