I Don't Feel So Good Novels & Stories

He'd probably been up for hours, handling pack business, dealing with the fallout from yesterday. *Zoey?* I called inwardly. *Are you okay?* A warm presence stirred in my mind. *I'm good. Strong. Better than I've been in years, actually. * A pause. *Can't say the same for you, though. * I didn't answer right away. I just stared at the ceiling, feeling the weight of yesterday pressing down on me. *Olivia?* *Honestly I don't feel good, * I admitted finally. *Not after what we watched yesterday.*

“How do you feel right now?” I lie in silence thinking about his question. “My chest hurts, and I feel like I could use a good bath. But- I’m so relieved that she didn’t find us…” I replied looking down at the orchid blood-stained dress with a frown. “I still feel tired though. Why didn’t I reset like usual? The last couple of times I felt good as new… But not this time…” I frowned in aggravation. Damn! This is really starting to get on my nerves.

I don't know this feeling but I hate it It sucks. ~~~~

"I have a bad feeling about this." So did I.

Right now, I feel suffocated. Help...

Not angry. Just… disappointed. And somehow, that felt worse.

I call out. Jennifer returns to the room. "Did you need something else?" I force a smile, trying to mask my unease. "I am suddenly not feeling very hungry right now. Thanks for breakfast, though." Jennifer frowns, her concern evident in her eyes. "Are you feeling sick? Should I call a doctor?" I shake my head, not wanting to cause any alarm. "No, no, I'll be fine. Probably just a little bug or something." She doesn't look convinced, but she nods understandingly. "What's wrong?"

My soul doesn’t feel any lighter. XXX

Dustin said, not minding his words. That’s it, I think. He does not love me. So why would he care about my feelings, right? “Hush, everything will be fine soon.” He said in a soothing voice. I haven’t done anything in the past few days but wait for him. With each passing day I feel weaker. Add to that that I feel bad, I constantly vomit and often feel dizzy. I don’t have a fever. But maybe because of the stress I’m experiencing, my body is giving up.

Truly, I miss him. "Yeah. I'm doing well now." I say through tight lips. Not happy "So what's up? You sound really off. Are you okay?" I almost forgot I'm not doing okay. "I don't feel too good." "What's wrong with ya?" I sigh, and lay on my stomach. "I've been feeling too tired of recent. I can't even eat because my sandwich smells, and I feel too dizzy. I over slept at work today." She didn't say anything for a while. I am starting to get scared.