Charlie gazed at the class as he stood in front of them, ready to tell them the news that had been hidden away for many years for the young man. He'd been asked why he was ill, and how he felt, but he'd just claimed he always had a fever or was unwell when he was at school, and he more then knew nobody actually gave a flying fuck about him, after all. He wasn't really a popular person, after all, and from primary school had been bullied and despised by the others, to the best of his knowledge. So, he'd never confided in anybody about his feelings or his personal life, in order to avoid the backlash or explanations that would come along with it. Hell, it was worth bottling it up to avoid the patronising "How are you?" or "Are you okay?" that was bound to come along with telling people about this.

But now... He didn't feel like he had the choice. The head of form had offered to tell the class, but he'd chosen not to let him. "If I tell them, I'll feel better."

".. As many of you guys.. and girls.. now, I've been ill for a long time, disappearing from school at random times and a long period to boot. This.. Well.. I.." He moved his hand to his cheek, wiping the tears running from his chocolate brown eyes and down his pale face, off his thin, shallow cheeks. "I.. fuck it.. I have.. Renal Failure.. My kidneys are failing.. I..I.. I know none of you will probably care.. but you know now, so the lies and rumors can stop, please..."

"Does that mean you'll go die now? Like I asked you too?" A voice rung out from a group of the sports students, well known for teasing and tormenting Charlie. The young brunette just shook his head, sitting at the desk and burying his face in his hands as he began to cry.