Chapter 31- I couldn't move. My head felt fifty times heavier than it normally did and the dizziness was just too much. I kind of felt drunk, but this was a whole lot different. Instead of being drunk, the tumor on my brain was making me sick. Not even bothering to get out of bed, I called my dad to my room to tell him it would be impossible for me to go to school that day. How could I make it through all my classes if I couldn't even get out of bed? My dad came running as soon as he heard me call him. When he saw my condition he nodded his head in understanding and went downstairs to phone the school and tell them I wouldn't be coming in. My head was pounding, too hard to even comprehend if it really was a headache or if someone was taking a hammer and slamming it against my head. In other words: I felt like...shit. A couple minutes later my dad came into my room and handed me a glass of water and a couple of Tylenol to help ease the headache a little. "Do you want me to call Dr. Hanson or something?" "No!" That was the last person I wanted to talk to and frankly, I didn't think he would care if I couldn't get out of bed or not. He was arrogant and only cared about getting money to pay his bills---I didn't need that. "Well, ok then, do you need anything else?" "No thanks." My dad gave me a weak smile and then set down the remote to my TV by my hand. I tried to smile up at him, but I was so sick I couldn't even bear to move any part of my body. I turned on the TV to the Disney Channel to see my boyfriend's face once again on the screen. That made me smile, and I forgot how hard it was to do it. It was an episode of "Living the Dream" and I loved seeing him acting like a normal teenager, like he did with me, instead of acting like a fulltime rock star. Tori seemed to still be getting used to the fact that her boyfriend was famous, but I was already used to it. I loved seeing Nick's face everywhere I went and hearing his name pour out of mouths of people all around me. My dad came back in my room about a half hour later to tell me he was heading off to work. I would be home by myself for a couple of hours until Cassie got home from her class, so he instructed me to keep the phone close in case something happened. When he left, I closed my eyes and tried to sleep and only when I started dreaming did I actually realize I was asleep. My dream felt almost real, which scared me. In it, my head was the size of a watermelon due to my disease and Nick saw me and wanted nothing to do with me. The sound of the doorbell woke me up. I sighed in frustration, but couldn't get up to answer it. After a few minutes, I figured whoever was standing outside left, so I tried to fall back asleep when my phone beeped. I weakly reached for it on the table next to the bed and opened it. Nick had sent me a text. I wanted to vomit when I saw what he wrote. "Answer your door. =)" I didn't know what I was going to do. How could I answer the door when I could barely turn my head on my pillow? Still, I had to try and make it seem like I wasn't deathly ill, so I slowly lifted my head off the pillow and carefully got out of bed. I put my hand on my mouth and stayed standing where I was to let the nausea pass. When I felt like I had everything under control, I went to my closet and grabbed the robe hanging up and slipped it on over my pajamas. I slowly walked downstairs and when I got to the door, I took a deep breath and turned the handle. [Song: Hold On Artist: Jonas Brothers]
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