Hallucinations (rewriting post-physical publication)

Chapter 22 - (Part 1) - Moving On

Welcome back, now fucking help me. 

Don't go right ahead and think that I've forgotten Kathy.

I will never forget her.

Now that I've gotten that cleared up, I'll explain the past two weeks to you all.

It's just a small list, really, about, among other things:

- A relationship blossoming.

- Some sympathy.

- Sprinkled humor.

- Some snow.

- And quite a lot of tears. 

 Every chapter of this book you have read has been only the first half.

If you come with me, I will show you the other half.

I'll show you the second half of the hallucinations.

Unknowingly, I await a great number of many things.

But I also wait for you.

To catch on to what really started all of this.

From the very beginning, you will know what really caused the hallucinations.

I know, I know, I've kept you all in suspense for far too long.

But I think you are all mature enough to wait just a little longer, right?

Okay.

Just give me a few more pages.

Let's begin. 

(Part 2)

I have been spending most of my time during these past few weeks doing all of the following:

Grieving.

Kissing a particular boy.

Having snot run down my nose.

Running into a snow gang.

And playing with snowballs and testy words. 

And it all leads up to March 11th, 2019.

Exactly two weeks after Kathy's funeral.

Exactly 89 days before my doomsday.

Exactly 2 months and 28 days before my doomsday, if you would like to be specific.

Within these two weeks, I have kissed Conor exactly seven times, and been interrupted by an adult exactly twice out of those seven times.

These are the places we kissed, and the number of times we kissed at each location:

- My hospital room: Four times.

- By Kathy's burial spot: Once.

- Behind the vending machine when (we thought) no staff were on duty: Two times. 

These are the two adults that interrupted us, and where they interrupted us:

- My mom: My hospital room (again). 

- Dr. Lisa: Behind the vending machine. Buying a granola bar.Actually, stealing a granola bar. She had picked the lock on the vending machine and another doctor rounded the corner, Miranda, the same one that was in my hospital room when my first hallucination took place. She sees what Dr. Lisa has done and says; "I taught you how to pick locks, and this is how you're using that skill?" Dr. Lisa takes a bite of her now unwrapped granola bar; "Well, what did you expect. Bad choice on your part." Miranda huffs, leaves,a nd Dr. Lisa turns around, sees us, and slams the vending door shut, as Conor and I run away, laughing.