Oc Snippets

Hanahaki Octavio

My first piece of writing. Angst ahead. Hanahaki is a fictional disease where someone grows flowers in their lungs. Lgbt.

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Petals.

Pink, blue, yellow, purple, orange, red.

Floating on the surface of my blurry toilet bowl.

I felt a horrible, sick surge. The feeling you get seconds before you throw up. Except it was in my throat. It burned. My mouth forced itself open as tears began streaming down my hot cheeks as I began coughing, hacking, and choking up petals. It was gross. Disgusting. My system felt clogged and heavy, like an unemptied vacuum cleaner.

Finally, I had gotten as many of the damn things as I could out before my throat burned too much for any more regurgitation. After walking to the sink and brushing my teeth, relieved it was over, I could feel the loose soft petals between my teeth and a bad taste was left in my mouth. Without undressing, undoing my messy green ponytail, or even taking any time to take in what had just happened, it was straight to bed for me.

When I awoke, I didn't even think about it. No way. It didn't even cross my mind. I got dressed like I usually did in dark band shirts and leather jackets, and then went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready for school. As soon as I looked in the mirror, my heart dropped. I felt sick. Sick enough to repeat last night's actions. Only there were more. Quite a few more, and the only thing in my mind was him.

Now, everybody knows about Lovesick disease. We're taught at a fairly young age to be careful who you fall in love with when you grow up. Everybody knows about it, and of course, I'm no different. However, never did I think that I, Octavio, could actually get the disease. It never crossed my mind, especially as it was extremely rare.

Yet there I was.

I should have known better than to fall for August, a straight boy in my grade. The funny thing is that I knew he was straight from the get go, but I went for him anyways. And there I was. I had the disease and I'd die.

I'm going to die.

The words sunk in, ripping across my heart like a knife. I was going to die. I was going to die. I was going to die. Removed. Gone. Absent. Dead.

Now of course, I couldn't let something like this stop me from going through my day. Plus, If I was going to die, Might as well live life like death could be upon me at any moment.

Because that had become entirely possible.

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Walking through the corridors with my friends. With the hanahaki disease. With the knowledge in the back of my brain that I was going to die. It certainly was an experience. I made the decision not to tell any of my friends, as they'd all worry too much. The one thing I didn't want is for this to affect other people. My day went normally, cracking jokes, taking an occasional hit from my vape, listening to my friends talk about hot girls they like and nodding along like I Totally understood what they meant. It was all normal. I had almost forgotten the fact that there were plants growing in my lungs.

Almost.

The second there was pushing against my throat, I darted to the bathroom, flung the doors open, and locked myself in a stall with a loud metal twang. I didn't even take notice of who was there with me, which was my first mistake. The gross actions were performed, (I'd prefer not to go into detail. It's really repulsive.) and finally, my throat had a nice break.. I swung the bathroom door open, eager to wash my hands and clean my mouth a bit, but instead standing there was the one person I desperately didn't want to see.