Sickness

Chapter 1: Sickness

"Hah ,what a loser!"

"Ew. Don't cough on me. It's disgusting, you're disgusting."

"Aw , this is little bitch about to cry!Ha, what a weakling."

I've gotten used to the name-calling and the hitting and the yelling. It all just feels kind of numb now. Even though I've gotten used to it I still flinch a little every time it happens. Ever since I've gotten sick everybody started treating me differently. My friends left me one by one. People started looking at me differently. I can see the hate and disgust in their eyes. And the teachers they didn't care it they just turned a blind eye and walked away. Though I could tell they felt guilty always too much of cowards to do anything about it.

Luckily it's my senior year after this year I can just leave and never look back at this miserable prison. Don't have any plans for college. I probably won't make it just, get a shity job in a shity town for a shity pay. That's what I'll probably be doing for the rest of my life which won't be long. I kind of resent my mom for giving me this disease but I know it's not her fault. She didn't know how could I. I kind of resent my dad for not helping me with it. And I know we're poor. I know we don't have enough money for the medicine that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about being for there when I'm crying about how I'm going to die soon and not sobbing about his own problems.

Well whatever doesn't really matter. Sometimes I think about ending it now but could never get myself to do it. Not that I have anybody who would miss me. It's just the thought of it scares me. What happens after we die what will we feel what will  think. Is it a better place like some people say or is it just a big realm of nothingness. So, I'd rather just stay here and be sick instead of finding out.

But two months ago a boy moved in next door. He was slightly taller than me not that strong if I can tell. Blue eyes blonde hair and really loud. He's trying to bond with me and become friends I haven't told him I'm sick and I'm pretty sure he won't find out. He drags me around places like bars in the club even though we're both 18 he figures out a way to get us drinking. I don't mind the drinking sorta drowns out the pain. Everything get so lazy and blurry that feels like a little bit of bliss. But then I wake up the next morning and there's a throbbing in my head and I have the sudden urge to throw up. I still believe it's worth it every time but instantly regret at the morning after.

In this particular instance, Mike, wanted to go to the club. He dragged me there and the second we got there I was hit with a full face of alcohol ,sex , and drugs. I started off with a whiskey on the rocks I don't know it feels good. But Mike on the other hand started drinking like a monster. After a couple too many drinks I was starting to feel dizzy and I had no idea where Mike was. I was stumbling around trying to grab anything to keep me off the ground. And I bumped into this man. He was at least six foot and had a  very angry look on his face. I said I was sorry and tried to stand up but I just immediately fell right back into his arms. Then I felt him pick me up I was too drunk to do anything about it so I let it happen. I fell and pushed through the crowds of the drunken sweaty people and push through the doors and I finally felt a breath fresh. It felt exhilarating the smell of rain made it even more breathtaking.

"Hey what's your name?" He said in a deep husky voice.

"L-logan." It was hard even to remember my own name.

"Where do you live?"

"I-I uhh uhmmnm."now I can't even form proper sentences.

"Mind if I take you to my place?"he asked that for some reason sent a chill down my spine.

"S-sure" I said not even thinking about what could happen.

Then I blacked out. Unaware of how this man would affect my life.

Hi this is my first story so please go easy on me. Will try to post as often as I can. Hope you guys like it.
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