11:47

My eyes fluttered open.

I felt an indescribable pain on the left side of my head. I rubbed my head, and when I looked at my hand, there was a small amount of blood from my head.

"God damnit." I say while starting to get up. As soon as I stand up, I feel a little nauseous, but it went away quickly. I walked towards the kitchen.

"What time is it?" I asked myself while searching the kitchen for a clock.

11:47 the clock read. It was roughly 10 when the incident happened, I believe.

I walked to the counter and grabbed some napkins and patted them on my head to soak up the blood. I wince as the napkin touches the side of my head softly.

After that, I walked into the downstairs bathroom. I turned on the lights and looked in the mirror to see if I had an injury on my head.

I didn't see anything major, or anything that required stitching. I decided not to tell anybody about this, it'd be too embarrassing.

While finishing up my wound search, I heard my front door open. My eyes widened as i tiptoed quietly to check who had come in.

"Hi sweetie, how are you?" My mom asked when she saw me come around the corner.

"I'm good," I lie. "How are you?" I respond.

"I'm great. I brought you some tacos, I'd figure you were hungry."

"I am, actually. Thank you very much." I said, suddenly just realizing that I was starving.

"Well, eat up!" My mom said as she handed me the bag of tacos, and we both walked into the kitchen together.

I sat on the table, and she immediately began putting away some groceries.

I grabbed a taco from the bag and unwrapped the aluminum foil. I took a bite and I swear, it was the best taco I had ever had in my entire life.

I took another bite, and then another. I suddenly felt myself begin to feel full, too quickly. I don't know why. I took a gulp of water and my stomach was full to the max. I was so confused, I can eat like four of these in one sitting.

I put my head in my hands and stared at my half eaten taco.

"Why aren't you eating?" My mom asked me when she noticed that I wasn't.

"I'm full."

"Well, what did you eat before this?"

"I had chipotle, but that was a couple of hours ago." And I threw it all up, I thought to myself.

"Don't be like that, eat your taco."

I really didn't want to, but she was looking at me, and I knew she wouldn't look away until I took another bite. So I did.

I took a bite of the taco, chewed, chewed, swallowed. I felt it go down my throat, and six seconds later, I felt it come back up.

I immediately ran to the thrash can that we keep on the kitchen, hunched over it, and vomited like crazy. My mom ran to me and pulled my hair back.

At first, I threw up taco, but after that, I threw up blood again.

"Oh my god." I heard my mom say as she saw what was going on.

After a few seconds of vomiting blood, I felt as if I was done. I got up off the floor and began cleaning myself up.

"Let's go, I'm taking you to the hospital." My mom said with a concerned look on her face.

A/n: We reached 41k! I can't thank you enough! Anyway, did i ever tell you guys that I met Kyle? It was very awkward. When he hugged me, all I could think was "hey, yeah, I have a fanfic about you that 30k+ people have read, don't kill me."