monster

7

The illness got worse as they watched him slowly mutate,the thing on his head grew completely.

His legs and arms got longer making him taller.his jaw felt pain and felt blood on his cheeks.

Lincoln suffered quietly in pain which was unbearable.

He had to wear a mask to cover the scars,he sat in his room in silence.

Everything was silent until a knock at the door interrupted.

"Honey are you okay"Rita asked worriedly

She sees Lincoln sitting in his bed with a gloomy face in a quiet and sad atmosphere.

Lincoln nodded as she sets a plate in front of him, she watches closely at his shaking hands.

Lincoln extended his arm. He quickly put it down, and sighed. He extended it once again, almost making contact, but his left hand grabbed his right wrist, stopping himself. He let out a groan of impotence, not believing that his own body could attempt to stop him from doing such a simple task. Frustrated, he rested his back on the wall, sliding all the way down to the floor, starting to think that maybe he wasn't really ready for this.

The sound of digital bells made him look up, only to find that he had finally pressed the doorbell with his head while sliding down the wall. He immediately got up and walked away two steps from the door, combing his hair with his hand and trying to look casual. He took a deep breath to calm himself down. Once, twice. All while mentally repeating himself that it wouldn't be that hard. He could do it. He totally could do it. He was the boss. He had thought about what he would say, about the best way to approach the subject. He hadn't found a magic solution, or one that fully convinced him that everything was going to be okay, but he had something to work with.

He impatiently waited for less than twenty seconds, although it felt longer than that time when he was trying to buy his tickets for SMOOCH. He heard the sound of footsteps getting closer, and the key scraping the metal of the door lock. Suddenly, all his confidence faded away from him. What had he been thinking? He wasn't ready for this yet. Maybe if he ducked to the nearest bush he could hide himself and come back later. Deep inside him, however, he knew that he couldn't hide the truth from the people he loved. He wasn't ready to tell his sisters yet, but he needed to start trusting in other people. And who was better to start with than the person he trusted the most in the world?

The door finally opened.

"Lincoln!"

"Hey, Clyde", greeted Lincoln.

His best friend looked the same as always. His dark hair in an afro that had not even a single hair out of shape, being constantly revised by his dads. The same black trousers and his classic yellow and blue stripped shirt. The same thick glasses, and the same smile as always, maybe a little wider than usual. They'd knew each other for so long that Lincoln almost considered him his unofficial brother. He was the only person he knew that liked the exact same things he liked, with whom he could share absolutely everything. And Lincoln needed someone to share all the things that were going through his mind.

"Where have you been?" Asked Clyde, excitingly approaching him, happy to see his best friend again. "It's been two days you don't go to school now, and you're not answering my calls! Did you ran out of batteries?"

"No, actually I couldn't ans… Didn't you called my house?" He asked, confused. He was expecting his best friend to know that he had been in the hospital. He knew his family would've told Clyde, had he asked.

"I called twice to your house, but Lori picked up the phone, and I passed out", he admitted, looking embarrassed to the floor.

Lincoln couldn't help but smile. He actually didn't like the fact that Clyde was so in love with one of his sisters; he didn't liked ANY boy to be in love with them, really. But in Clyde's case, being such a platonic love that would never be a thing, he didn't really much care. And he actually had fun seeing how nervous his best friend got at the mere mention of Lori's name.