Stormie!!!

Klaus's POV

The door to the house was being unlocked, and next the sound of boots bounding up the stairs filled the house, followed by the shout "Klaus!" Only one person in this would walk up the stairs in an unreasonably noisy manner. I didn't need to second guess to know who it was. Stormie.

She came barging into my room in a matter of seconds. Of course she never listens to me and so I knew she would come home any time soon. She probably got a ride home because she looked anything but tired. 'Klaus!' she exclaimed.

'What Stormie, I told you to stay in school. Did you walk?' I asked, knowing perfectly well that she did not.

'Nah got a ride from Jake Owens.' She replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes while dropping my bag and my violin case on my study desk.

'Right.' I murmured and rolled on my bed to lie on my stomach.

'Are you better than before?' She was trying to hide her concern and she was very good at it

'Yeah I guess. It's kinda mild now.'

'Taken your meds?' Oh crap, she was acting so much like a mother now and to be honest, she was freaking nailing it.

'You know I always do.' I pointed out with much irritation.

'Okay, okay!' She raised her hands in defense. 'Don't come at me.'

I sighed and drifted off to sleep without even realizing. Now that someone was finally home, I could peacefully sleep without being and actually feeling vulnerably lost in unconsciousness.

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I woke up to see Stormie smiling sheepishly at something displaying on her phone screen. I felt my bed for my phone and grabbed it when I finally felt the lump of its presence. Stormie had updated her Instagram by uploading a picture of me peacefully sleeping. My eyes widen at the realization of her making my face known to almost the whole world when I never even dreamt of putting up a picture of my face online.

'Stormie!' I yelled out with all that was in me. There was no response but I knew perfectly well that she had heard me and also knew perfectly well what she had done and hence my reason for calling her.

'Stor-' She cut me off even before I could finish.

'What?! You are way too loud for a sick person you know?' She cheekily replied.

I knew she wasn't going to take down the picture ever in a billion years because she had close to 800 likes in 40 minutes. I sighed. It really amazes me how I am older than Stormie but her bully pants treat me like I'm younger.

'Oh, and I called mum and told her that we are home. She is coming.' Stormie yelled.

'But, but why did you tell her. She's just going to be worried for nothing, Stormie.'

'Hey, hey chillax. I only wanted to justify my reason for being out of school. She saw me online and asked me why.' Stormie defended. Yes of course, leave it to Stormie to use your plight as an excuse to skip school.

I was not getting any better even as the hours went by. Momma finally came home. I hate it when she sees me like this, I know how much she loves me and how much it breaks her heart. I tried very hard to not show expressions of pain on my face but the excruciating pain still managed to manifest on my face.

'Oh honey, I wish I was a drug that could ease your pain.' Momma sat by me on my bed tracing her thin fingers on my forehead. I grabbed her fingers and played with them and pretended to drift off to sleep just so she would just have to leave. She kissed my forehead and walked out of the room. I hate this. Every bit of it. The pain, the drugs, it hurts.