I Don't Feel So Good Novels & Stories

All of a sudden I didn't feel so welcome anymore. ***

"Sure? You seem a little...under the weather. If you need to sit this one out—" "No, it's just a little hot in here, that's all. I'm fine. Really." The truth is that whatever struck me during the weekend is now slowly getting worse. I feel even sicker than I did before, but not in a way that stops me from getting things done.

He says. He left the room and I can already feel my bad bad headache coming up even a lot more now. I still feel a little bit nauseated. I'm so so tired and I'm so so thirsty. God I feel like I'm having an unpleasant mood right now too and my headache is adding up to making everything inside my body even worst.

Something shifted in his expression, a darkening I didn't like and couldn't quite name. I nudged him. "Hey." He blinked, like someone surfacing from somewhere else. "Let's go," he muttered, already walking ahead. I followed. The moment we were in the car, I let out a breath I hadn't noticed I was holding. "Thank God it's just stress," I muttered, settling back into the seat. Lately I'd been feeling off, dizzy some mornings, tired in a way that sat heavier than it should. I didn't like it, and I especially didn't like what it could mean.

Laz chuckles as he steps out to join me, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “It’s not fucking nerves,” I snap, sharper than I intend. I shake my head, trying to dispel the unease. “Something’s off. I can feel it.” He raises an eyebrow, stepping up next to me, his expression turning serious. “Talk to me. What’s going on?” I run a hand through my hair, frustration simmering. “I don’t know, Laz. It’s like... a gut feeling. Something bad’s going to happen. Can’t pinpoint what.”

I didn't have a good feeling about it. If I were being honest with myself, I didn't have a good feeling about this whole thing. I woke up feeling uneasy today. I couldn't tell if it was because I slept at an odd angle last night while sandwiched between the brothers or if there was something off about today. I wanted to tap into my wolf's intuition, but she was unnaturally quiet today. That made me feel even more uneasy.

But then I got a text from her saying she wasn't feeling well and that we should leave it for another day. I got a bad feeling about this. The worst kind of feeling. Like a scratching at the back of my mind telling me something about this was off. I knew she'd been ill earlier this week. She missed a couple days and Nate told me he was worried for her, but once she was back I assumed that was a good sign. Maybe she relapsed?

I don't know how to explain it, but I usually don't sit well with everything. "I understand the feeling. You are probably broken. I'm so sorry. But there's no need to feel that way. I'm here now.”

now let's get to the part where everything turned to utter shit. I woke up with a groan. Today was my 16th birthday, and I felt like utter crap. I felt like I was burning up. my mum walked into the room and opened the curtains. "Time to get up and get ready for school." "I don't feel good, mum. I think I am sick. I feel really hot, "

It's like my blood pressure went down, that's how I felt. —Mey, it's good to see you. —Clark..." I mumble with difficulty, "Do you need anything? —Yes look... —he looks at me curiously —Are you ok? —I'm really not. I feel like I've lost myself... I don't know.