quick chapter whilst I wait for fireworks show to start, maybe a longer one later tonight idk we'll see 

very slight emetophobia trig, it's not too bad and I would know because I have emet yikes
*Dan's POV*

There I laid, on my bedroom floor. 

I thought one or two of my ribs were broken or bruised because I literally could not move. The food I had eaten earlier had not agreed with the impact I took when I fell, so I was laying beside a puddle of my own sick. The scene was grizzly and I knew it. 

From downstairs I heard my mom on the phone. 

"Yeah, dad, I don't think we can stay in this house any longer," she stated calmly into the phone. She was talking to my grandfather. "Do you think we can stay at yours while we look at new places?"

A pause. 

"That's great! Thank you, dad!"

She hung up and stormed back up to my room. 

"Hear that, Dan? We're moving to your grandfather's tomorrow morning! No more woods, no more Phil, and no more gay!" 

I groaned, partly in pain and partly in disbelief. I didn't want to leave Phil or Marlhy or Chris. I didn't even get to say goodbye. 

If I could have cried, I would have. 

"You've been sick." she said flatly. 

"No shit, Sherlock." I retorted. My ribs were screaming at me not to speak anymore, so I shut up.
She quickly wiped up my sick and left. The stench of stomach acid wafted through the room and I laid helpless on my wood floor. 

Turning my head to the side for comfort, I closed my eyes to sleep.

Before I got them closed, though, I swore I saw a little pink orb flittering by outside.

wow ok so there's going to be SO MUCH ANGST SOON IM SO SRY

Also my boyfriend said he didn't love me any more so I dUMPED HIS SORRY ASS HELL YeA

ok happy birthday America