It is not exactly, but approximately.
Every day, my parents called. They wanted to see how I was doing, if I had seen the light yet, or if I had eaten. They seemed to believe that some miracle would happen and I would survive and get married and have kids.
My girlfriend wanted to get angry at me for not telling her sooner. She seemed to have thought that she could have helped me in a way. Like her knowing would have helped me add some years to my life.
I knew the truth. The doctor even showed me my brain and pointed to where the problem was.
A few more weeks...then I would be dying.
I was starting to think about death a lot. How it would feel like. If it would truly be better than being alive.
Knowing that I left everyone in pain, would I even enjoy myself? I mean, if I would not be going to hell that is.
Heaven. Hell. Did that even exist?
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Countdown
Short StoryA countdown from when the character was told that they are dying to their inevitable death. ____________________________________________________ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED © Also available on Tapas and Inkitt under the same name. If you find it anywhere e...
