I hear him call from the front door. Stuffing the letter inside the envelope, I quickly shove it in to the kitchen drawer before he enters the room. My stomach lunges as I decide what to do. A pounding inside my head pulsates the more I think about it. “Hi. Pizza will be here in a minute, go shower and I’ll shout you.” My voice shakes, but he doesn’t notice. He walks over and kisses my cheek before heading upstairs. Gripping my stomach tightly, I walk towards the kitchen sink and lean against it. Everything hurts, my whole body feels as if it’s shutting down. I can’t breathe, I can’t think, I can’t move. A wave of cold washes over me, starting at my toes and moving upwards, followed by a searing heat. My heart pounds fast inside my chest, beating harder than a drum in a rock band. The bile rises in my throat, and I feel my head starting to spin. The room goes blurry, and I can feel myself falling. Falling, in slow motion. My limbs are like jelly and I feel my head smack against the cabinet before my body falls to the cold, tiled floor.
