on monday i had class and thought about mikey the whole time.
on tuesday lydia and i talked again. i told her i can't stop thinking about mikey. she says i love him. i think she's right.
on tuesday night i doubted that mikey would ever love a freak like me. i thought about it until i became sick.
on wednesday mikey tried calling but i couldn't answer. i was too weak, besides he doesn't love me back.
on thursday i didn't leave my house. i didn't eat or speak to anyone. michael even stopped by but i didn't answer. i couldn't bring myself to move.
on friday my mom stopped by. she came to check in and grab some clothes she left behind. that's the most i see of her nowadays.
on saturday i showered and spent my day trying to do schoolwork. it was short lived as i continued throwing up.
on saturday night michael called. the conversation was short lived as i couldn't bear to hear his saddened voice.
on sunday i wrote.
you made flowers grow in my lungs;
and although they are beautiful, i can't fucking breathe.
on sunday night i was in north memorial hospital.
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light | m.c.
Fanfiction"you put a little light in this world." {COMPLETED APRIL 25, 2017} {EDITED JUNE 10, 2019}
