Everything was groggy when I find myself waking up, ache in my body has me stiff and sore.

I didn't push my self that hard yesterday did I?

I held my pounding head in my hands as the familiar feeling of bile started to rise up my throat. Running to the toilet down the hall I empty my stomach of last nights tea. I groan painfully as I feel a overwhelming dizziness.

Warm hands are suddenly tying my hair back, softly murmuring that its ok.

I flush the toilet and splash water onto my face, which helps for a split second to relieve the hot feeling on my head.

"Another Migraine?"

I nod.

"You got over your last one only a month ago"

I look at my concerned Mum through the mirror, "Guess I'm unlucky"

"Jamie" she sighs, "You need to look after your self, you're pushing your self to hard on your runs. Rest up today please"

"You know I need to take Jericho for a run"

Mum shakes her head, "Not today let your brother do that when he gets home"

My eyes light up, Dad and Jordan work at Dads company in Auckland, they stay there for a few weeks and then come home for two. I don't get to see them as often as Mum and I would like but they are supporting the family. Mum use to work with him, but when I was born they opted for her to stay here with me, so she has her own flower shop here in Whangarei. Which turns out great for her, our little house is surrounded by the pukenui forest that's full of beautiful flowers.

"I'll  be out in 10" I reply leaning against the bathroom wall, She walks over to me and puts her hand to my forehead, "You're not burning up, have some meds and drink plenty of water" She rubs my forehead softly. She places a soft kiss to my cheek and gets up. She smiles sympathetically before she goes to walk out but stops quickly and looks at me, "Oh and put some migra stick thingo on your temple, that worked last time"

"Ok"

She nods and walks out of the bathroom pleased with my obedience, sighing I slide down the wall and hold onto my throbbing head.  I blink rapidly to try and ease the stinging senstaion in my eyes, but it doesn't help.

I've been getting migraines ever since I was little, we don't know why I get them, I just randomly get them. I have them for a week at a time, I've tried medication but they don't work most of the time. So I just have to live with the pain.

I make my way back to my bedroom and swallow done some pills and rub Migra Stick along the sore temple on my forehead, putting extra underneath my eyes to reduce the swelling and constant sting.

Making my way to the dinning area I rub my head some more.

"I was going to set up breakfast outside but it started raining"

"That's a shame, would have been nice"

Mum hums, her eyes flickering over the paper in her hand. Licking her pointer finger to turn the page, her glasses on the brink of her nose she looks almost like she had aged.

My mum is someone who would be called lucky, shes in her 40s but she looks younger, like shes in her 30s. Something my mum is proud of, she takes great pride in her appearance. She always has the shiniest looking hair, I don't know what she does but shes able to keep her blonde hair looking perfect in any situation. With make up that's always on point, I could count on one hand how many times I've seen her without make up. But even when she isn't shes still very beautiful.

My dad gets the same compliments, with age that is. He is that same, in his 40s but looks younger. He has light brown hair and these stunning hazel eyes, eyes that my brother shares.

But I lucked out, I look sick all the time, pale to the brink of ghostly and these dull brown almost black eyes. Not to mention my hair, a light brown colour that never looks healthy like my Mums.

I'm the black sheep in my family, i don't look like my parents or share any of their perfect qualities, i'm just plain old me. Though dad says I look like his sister who died when she was young. So I guess I look like someone else. Poor soul.

I sit down with Mum and take a sip of the orange juice in front of me, I go to smell the food but find myself gagging. I look at the food and find myself feeling dizzy and sick, "I don't want any breakfast today mum, Sorry" I start to get up to walk back to my room.

"Oh no you don't you need to at least try and eat something" Mum grabs onto my arm and gives me a warning look.

I sigh, "could I try when they get here? Jericho looks lonely"

She eyes the dog and nods, "Ok" I mutter thanks and rush outside to my beloved boy.

Jericho barks at me and gives me my favorite lopsided smile. I kneel down and pat him with a smile on my face.

Jericho is my Tibetan Mastiff. Hes my boy big, hes coat is black with brown paws, and on his tail, face and some brown undertones. But how I came across him wasn't a good memory.

He was a victim of an illegal dog fighting farm, located just a few houses down the road from us. The place was tipped off to the rangers and the place was instantly shut down. After a week the place was abandoned, or so we thought.

At the time I was a rebellious 16 year old, I didn't listen to my parents warning of the place and went to go explore the run down fighting rings. It was one of the biggest mistakes, the things I saw had me crying so much. All the blood stains and dead dogs that hadn't been cleaned away yet. So many puppy corpses lined the buildings. A very tragic and horrible thing to see and have in mind that these horrible people would do this to poor Innocent dogs.

I remember hating that sinful place, I was desperate to get out but then I found him, Jericho. I found him when I heard whining, He was stuck in some wires in a store room. He was badly bleeding on his back legs, where the wire was threatening to snap off his legs. One look and I knew I wanted to do anything to make sure he was ok and that this puppy was going to be ok.

With some pliers I was able to get the wires off his legs, I ran home and pleaded with my parents for help. We took him to the vet and they sat he would be fine, his legs would have some major scarring but they otherwise would be fine. I was so happy to know that he was going to be ok, but their was the matter of him being homed. I wanted him so badly, I felt a connection towards this puppy and I badly wanted to protect him.

My parents of course didn't really want to adopt a small puppy that would one day become half my size. But somehow I managed to convince them that I would do more chores and I pleaded with them that I would look after him. I even said I would start working at Mums shop for free. Which I still do to this day, only I get paid now.

Long story short, I now have Jericho and I love the fur ball so much, 4 years later and were still attached to the hip.

"Dad and Jordan, will be home soon" I say in an effort to change the subject on my mind.

As if on cue, a shiny blue Toyota drives into the drive way.

Jordan's head pops out from the drivers seat and gives me the dorkiest smile, in that instant my my smile grows.

"Jordy!"

"Hey Jae" Jordan runs towards me and spins me around causing me to be even dizzier then I was before, "Hows my favorite girl?"

Jordan puts me down, Instantly I'm clutching my stomach and holding back the feeling crawling up my throat, "Shit Jae, you ok?" Jordans at my side rubbing my back.

"Yeah" I wheeze out, "Migraine"

"Again? Jae you should get that checked out, can't be healthy to have this many migraines"

I face Jordan and smile, "I'll be fine, I have been trying out the migra stick and its helping for small periods of time, so it's ok" He doesn't look convinced of my answer.

"Jae Bear!!"

"Dad"

Barreling towards me my 6 foot father crushes me in a hug, one that also causing an intense feeling of sickness, "Dad easy Jae has a migraine again"

He puts me down and looks me up and down, "Again?" he puts a hand to my forehead and looks are me worriedly, burning up a little bit, should probably be inside Jae bear, pouring bricks out here" I nod quietly, he sighs and pulls me towards the house.

Jordan stays to pat Jericho, and to keep him from charging at my dad, Jericho isn't a fan of him.

"This smells amazing honey" Dad says taking in a big whiff, he leaves my side to go hug my mum.

"Go wash up you lot, then sit down, you too Jamie, I want you to eat something, can't get better if their is nothing in your system"

Sighing I obey, can't say no to mum, Jordan is already washing his hands in the kitchens sink, I apply some soap into my hand and start to rub the suds in when Jordan decided to be a smart ass and flick water at me, "What I'm helping you cool down"

I call over my shoulder, "smartass"which just causes Jordan to laugh out loud.

When I get to the table Dad is joking with Mum who's laughing her head off.

The food mum premade was mostly contestant of pancakes and waffle, each stack a mile high, due to Jordan and Dads appetites, which if you ask me are inhuman.  Speaking of they are both scoffing their faces and have eaten everything already basically.

"Here" Mum hands me half of a pancake with a few strawberries and syrup, "I want most of that eaten"

I look at her with a raised eyebrow, "Mum"

"Daughter?"

"You do know that I am 20"

Mum looks at me with amusement, "yes and I am your mother so don't sass me sweat heart, now eat your pancake before I feed you" Her eyes twinkle at the challenge.

"Yes Mother"

I slowly ate at the pancake as my family all talked about their week.

When I finish breakfast I went back outside to see Jericho. I through the ball for him for a few hours while the rain was down, around 11 it started to pick back up again so we went under the veranda and just sat there, watching the forest.

"If the rain dies down tomorrow i'll take you for a run, How does that sound?"

Jericho groans in his half awake, half asleep state. Sighing I rub his belly some more, "Yeah that does sound good"

"Jae Bear, you're gonna freeze!"

"Come inside please" He says when I didn't reply to him the first time.

"yeah ok dad"

Jericho looks up at me with a frown, "Sorry bud but the rubs are gonna have to go on pause for now. I'll be out later, promise" I kiss his head and walk into the heated house.

"How are you feeling?" Dad asks feeling my forehead.

"I'm ok"

"Puking might help?" His suggestion has me cringing.

"Maybe"

"worth a try" He pushes, he lifts up his bottle of tequila, shaking the bottle slightly, "give it a whiff"

I sigh and do as I'm told. He puts the bottle to my nose, Cautiously I smell the liquid, that instantly starts to burn my nose. As if on cue my stomach lurches forward, I cover my mouth and run to the bathroom for the second time today.

I pull back my hair, as I empty my stomach of pancakes.

Groaning I flush the toilet and look to the mirror to my left.

"you look like shit"

"gee thanks Jordan" I look up to the ass who's shrugging,  Jordan runs me a bath, saying I need to relax and feel better.

I look at the mirror after he leaves and look at my reflection, Jordan is right though, I look like shit.

I hate Migraines.

Who else hates migraines? Also the picture below is how I picture Jericho, Isn't he a cutie