June 1st 2009
I am on my death bed. My condition only worsened. Jessica visits me frequently but I'm scared. I have a good life now. Why would god ruin it for me? Am I truly a God's scum? I lied, in my hospital room, contemplating why God would only kill me now that I'm truly content with my life. Have you no mercy Oh me lord. Questions gnaw at my soul, and in my anguish, I find myself venting my frustration to the heavens. "God, why me? Why would you give me this affliction?" My voice trembles with a mix of anger and desperation. I've always believed in a higher power, in a divine plan for each of us. But right now, in this moment of vulnerability, I struggle to understand why I have been chosen to bear this heavy burden. The pain is not just physical, but also mental and spiritual, as I question my place in the grand scheme of things. The tears stream down my face as I yearn for answers, for some glimmer of hope amidst the darkness that has engulfed my life.
The End
author's note: whether Joey survives or not is up to your interpretation.
If you want him to die, he will. If you want him to recover and live a healthy life with his lover then he will. Thanks for reading
