Respirar

Kevin stood in the bathroom, his heartbeat erratic and pounding. His hands clutched the bathroom sink with a grip so tight that his brown knuckles were turning white. His arms were shaking (his whole body was shaking, really). His brown eyes were wide and bloodshot. He could feel bile rising up in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down. Camila was just outside the door, in her bedroom listening to records and reading. He knew the sounds of him vomiting would draw her attention, and she’d come to check on him and she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t see the marks.