-Sick Boy- & -Never-

The object in JoJo's hand bared a similar appearance to that of Danny's collar.

If not similar, exactly the same. I'm thinking about so many things at once..

I don't even touch my food, I can't. Too many things make me think of Dario.

Even after a month, it seems he still follows me, even in death. 

JoJo walks in and sits beside me and thanks the servant for his food.

Awkwardly, I stare at my untouched food as I feel his gaze piercing me. 

"You okay, Dio? You haven't touched your food.." 

Slowly, I turn my head to meet his eyes with mine, the glare he shot me sent shivers down my spine in an instant.

But I notice something about the heterochromatic glare: his eyes convey the two seperate sides of his very being..

His green eye shows his gentle compassion on the surface; however, through his blue eye, the cold and serious freezes like a tundra.

A bout of emotion deep down is barricaded by a dark umbra threatening to spill over and destroy his gentle demeanour. It's dark, but far from empty..

"I'm just not hungry.. I'm still trying to recover from my earlier panic attack.."

Part of that statement is truthful: I am still coming down from my panic from earlier, but I'm also very hungry..

Too hungry.. 

Help me jojo.. The smell of the bacon is absolutely sickening to me..

I haven't eaten actual food in so long.. the occasional fruit, but that's it.. 

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I haven’t eaten in so long JoJo… I’m starving…

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I rise from my seat at the table, gently pushing my plate away as I wipe the tears dotting at the corners of my eyes.

JoJo’s piercing glare is still present, like an unseen target on my back.

“We should be making our way to school once you finish your breakfast, JoJ-“

Oh right.. I have to feed Danny..

I make my way over to the pantry and put some dry dog food in Danny’s bowl before whistling for him, a call he’s always obeyed, no matter what. But for some reason, he didn’t come to eat today.

“Danny?” I call out for him verbally, but he doesn't come.

That’s bizarre.. Where’s Danny?

" Danny!" I call out again, but to no avail as the dog fails to obey command.  "That's odd. JoJo?" I turn to the brunette in the room with me.

"Hm?" he looks up from his plate unphased.

"Where's Danny? He's not coming to eat.." 

"I dunno, maybe he's just not hungry. We can just check when we get home," Jonathan shrugs as he goes to place his plate in the sink.

I wish I could hear this Joestar's thoughts. It feels like he's hiding something, but he's so calm.

"You're overthinking Dio, maybe he got out somewhere. Plus, aren't you scared of him? Why do you care so much?"

Damn it, JoJo.. Why do you do this to me?

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As we walk into the school building, I feel my nerves shoot through the roof and I feel like I'm being stared at. I bite my tongue as JoJo and I seperate and go to our respective classes.

I feel like I may just pass out from a comination of hunger and fatigue, but I fight through it. Through the sickness almost asphyxiating me.

My legs start to feel heavy as I near my classroom, reaching out to grab the door handle, I nearly made it.

I hit the floor. Then darkness.

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I wake up in the nurse's office I think.

JoJo is next to me, a serious glare present in his eyes. He goes to speak.

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