8 - Cᴏʀᴘsᴇ's Cᴏɴᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴ.

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Hey there! Just wanted to explain why it keeps taking me so long to update.

I have been on a huge writers block so if no one reads this chapter/story anymore I'd understand why.

For anyone who does, enjoy! I'm sorry I've been gone so long!

CORPSE'S POV -

My fucking throat is killing me.

I lean over the sink, pulling my hair really hard and trying to let out a scream, but all that comes out is little gas bubbles from the acid in my vocal cords.

Why do I have to wake up in pain everyday..

Jag vill .

That is swedish for I want to die.

I look up into the mirror and see a tear slipping down my face.

"I fucking hate this..."

I could barely speak. I just want to fucking sleep but I know I'll be in more pain if I do..

I hear my phone ringing as I stand up and walk back into my bedroom, picking it up to see its Sykkuno.

I answer, not thinking about what I'm going through.

"Hey Corpse!"

"Sykkuno.. I don't think this is a good time..."

"Corpse are you okay?.."

I stay silent for a second, worrying Sykkuno more before I broke it.

"GERD and insomnia. I'm fine Sykkuno."

"If you say so.. Can you come open the door..? I've been ringing the doorbell for 10 minutes and I started to become worried.."

I hang up and walk over to the door, clearing my throat.

I open the door to see Sykkuno standing there with a worried face.

He steps in and wraps his arms around me tightly.

"Are you sure your okay Corpse..? I know I shouldn't keep worrying but I care about you.."

I sigh and pull him to make him let go, grabbing his hand to bring him into my room.

I sit down on the bed and he soon sits down after me.

"I'm okay Sykkuno. Right before you called me I was coughing acid bubbles so my throat is just fucked right now."

He hugs me again and I hug him back.

"Sorry I'm just worried."

"It's alright. Come on. I have to pack 2 or three more drawers."

I get up and open the last three drawers along with my suitcase.

Honestly, I'm gonna have my bed and everything else thrown away after we leave and just get new stuff so I'm not worried about it.

Sykkuno begins to roll the clothes I throw in there, placing them neatly as I freeze.

"Corpse?"

"Don't put this in there. Keep it."

I hand a hoodie to him and look at him to see him unroll as his eyes light up.

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