Prologue
657 Words
Every night the pain gets worse. I don’t know how its even possible but it does. No part of me is safe. I feel it in my feet, my stomach, my lungs, my teeth and even in my heart. I don’t blame anyone for the pain I feel it’s just something that exists. When it first started I thought I would be fine, that this torture would end, but as the days went on I realized it was just the beginning of what was to come. I could see my future on the faces around me. The looks that said “you won’t be here soon” and eventually I could see it on my own pale face when I looked in the mirror. This is one of those things that happens to one in a million people. I just never thought I would be the one.
I lay in my bed shivering from the cold but burning up from the inside out. My blankets are haphazardly flung over different parts of my body. I hate when this happens, it makes the pain worse because I cannot sleep. I so bored my brain screams. Yah, I know it is weird to be bored when you are slowly dyeing and burning up from the inside, but what else is there to do then be bored. I mean it’s not like I can get up and go for a walk or something! I do not have many friends to come see me either. My parents do not believe in the school system. They say it is a government trap designed to make the future generations submissive. So, I’ve been home schooled my whole life. Not the easiest way to make friends. I usually spend most of my time reading or playing video games. As a result, most of my friends are online and I rarely get to meet them in really life. Now even typing on a keyboard is too hard. I roll over on to my back taking another deep breath. Nope!! I quickly roll to the edge of my bed and throw up over the side. This is pathetic. A few months ago, I was a healthy muscular 14-year-old, now I am barely more than a shell. I want to give up, I really do, but at the same time I can’t. I don’t want my life to end when I’ve hardly done anything to show for it. I start to shake. I wish my parent were home right now, to at least tell me everything will be fine. There far away though sitting in an office they hate surrounded by people they hate doing work they hate, probably worrying about how they will pay for my medical bills. Through the pain I feel guilt. I love them so much and I hate that this is hurting their lives. I know the guilt has no reason, this is not my fault, but still it exists. Sweat clouds my eyes. I can’t feel my legs. Now I’m really scared. I’m so tired. Cold tears run down my cheek. Someone help me!! I scream, but my mouth no longer works. The tears keep coming, the rooms getting darker around me.
So this is how it ends…I’m so alone.
My head flops to the right and out of the corner of my eye I see a mosquito. It lands on the left side of my neck and plunges its mouth into my neck. The pain is nothing like I have ever felt before, like hot pokers digging into my flesh. Considering I was just dying moments before that is saying a lot. I gasp sharply, my body arching in response. I scream once, and then everything goes black.
5 years later…
- Writer
