Tragedies

Truth in words

It was a bad night. It started off with coughing and ended with blood. The first time it happened I was really scared, but after the visit to the hospital and my diagnosis I wasn't scared and I hardly told my mom that It happened. I spit the blood in the sink and looked up at the mirror. What I saw looking back was a thin white ghost with no hair looking back. I used to be muscular and was a captain of the middle school basketball team when I was ten. but I was slowly withered away to nothing. The other night I just wanted to go to that party and have fun, Mike opposed to it but I went anyway. I was stupid to think that I would have fun. The real reason I went was to get my mind off the fact that I was dying and there was no denying it. I just kept thinking of Willow and how her glasses made her blue eyes much more vibrant. After I was done spitting blood into the sink I went into my room and just barely managed to crawl into bed. I didn't sleep anymore and sometimes the pain was so bad that every year on my birthday when I was little, I wished that I would die in my sleep. But now that I'm older I wish that I could die every second. I can really feel the pain. Like a vine that has thorns that is attacking my precious lungs, getting tighter every second. But I'm only fighting for my Mom. She has grey eyes and long brown hair that curled in the back. And a tired, wrinkled expression that never leaves her panic stricken face. She was as tired as I was. I now lay in bed waiting for myself to fall asleep when I got a pain across the left side of my body. I grabbed for the spot with my hands and hoped that it would go away but with every second It was getting worse. I now heard screams but where they really mine? My mom came flying into my room with her eyes wide and glossy from worry. I was screaming as loud as I could and my mom keep saying
"Eric! Listen to me! Calm down please!" But I could stop. Trust me I would if I could. I grabbed her by the arm and yanked her close to me and yelled
"Kill me!" Now I found myself yelling that over and over again. My mom then ran to her room and got sedatives and injected me through my IV port on my arm. I looked over to my mom who was now crying and I felt a unreal sensation like I was out of my body. I grabbed her hand and said
"I don't  want to fight anymore if there's nothing worth fighting for." And then I closed my eyes and the last thing I remember is a tear dripping down my face.