The beginning of War

Scarlett's pov

I blink my eyes. Creasing my forehead. To have sun rays hit my face. Shutting my eyes immediately, I try to get up to only find my palms resting on something cold.

I look down to find cold white tiles of the small bathroom under my palms. Making me curse.

Damn! This was the 3 rd time it is happening.

Last I could only remember vomiting in the bathroom toilet. Puking my ass off. The small sandwich that I had. The small place was stinking like shit but I didn't had it in me to give a damn about it right now.

I blacked out last night again in the bathroom. Vomiting.

Holding the wall. I try to get up. To feel like a car ran over me. Each and every cell in my body was burning.

And I knew the fever has still not gone down.

To make it worse. My stomach grumbled. Telling me it has been empty since last 2 days.

Come on. Get up Sky.

We can't die in a bathroom now. Atleast go to your bed.

Taking in deep breaths. Trying to clear my blurred vision. I was finally able