my eyes flutter open and i let out a heavy sigh as the familiar smell of a hospital floods my senses.
"oh thank god! he's awake." my mother says. "hey baby," she says as she strokes my hair gently. her eyes are bloodshot from all the crying, i assume. my mother is very emotional and she cries a lot when i have these uhm. . . episodes.
"it seems that your condition is deteriorating a bit faster than we had assumed. we're going to have to opt for a more. . .harsher treatment." the doctor says. my mother's big blue eyes stare at mine and i feel guilty. guilty for hurting her, guilty for being sick
and
guilty for dying.
author's note
I'll just leave this here.
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Skinny Love
Short Story"Her kisses tasted like destruction, she was poison. Slowly killing me and yet I'd never felt more alive." Jace has always admired Midnight from afar, stealing glances at her during class and at the cafeteria. He watches from a distance as she slow...
