"Why are you mad?" My question came out in parts, heavy almost, as I worked on slowing my heart rate, which seem to have sky rocketed after whatever that was that we just did.
With heated eyes his hands pressed me closer to him "Mad about how I sho...
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I WOKE UP to a squeezing sensation in my chest. My whole body was covered in sweat, and my throat felt dry as I took in whatever oxygen I could.
Gasping, I clawed at the duvet, trying to get out of bed. I took a glimpse at my clock, 5am.
In for eight, out for five.
In for eight, out for five.
Nights like these never came often, but I had a feeling they were about to become my own frequent demon.
I'm glad Tiana and Toby decided not to stay the night after we ate our ice cream. If they woke up to me like this, god knows how they'd react.
I was disoriented as I quietly past my parents bedroom, holding onto my coughing till I was further away. I didn't want to wake them. Not now, not like this.
My breathing became more rapid as I practically tripped down each step on the stair case that lead toward the kitchen.
"In for eight, out for five." Dr Winton kept repeating to me.
Shaking I grabbed for my pills that sat near the fruit bowl and downed my usual dosage.
I hitched up my shirt and saw swelling around my abdomen.
I looked down and my ankles were even more swollen than yesterday.
Not a good sign.
The squeezing in my chest subsided and my breathing became easier. The pills were doing their magical little job.
I waited a couple minutes to catch my breath. If only they were really magical. Then they could get rid of my CHD completely.
Tip-toeing over to the downstairs bathroom I turned the tap on. The sound of the running water grounded me. Grabbing a facecloth I washed my sweaty face.
One month.
The reality of it hit me like a 300km/h train rolling off its hinges.
One month and my friends and family will never see me again.
One month and I'll be no more than a distant memory.
One month and I'll be dead.
When I glanced up in the mirror, I was staring back at a ghost. It was as if I had been hit by the train.
