It wasn't supposed to happen this way. I was supposed to be a normal, teenage boy who had the slightest sexually preference of guys and who secretly had a boyfriend named Magnus. But I was also supposed to find someone normal to fall in love with, instead of an almost demented, "Hey I'm gay!" kind of guy like Magnus, Magnus Bane to be exact. But that couldn't be helped since the first time I met him I was seriously, devastatingly in love with him without even realizing it, until what, our first kiss after seeing each other for how fucking long?
And now I'm here, and instead of getting a positive result in my HIV test, I get the most devastating, unexpected results in my life.
"Alec, you have Alzheimer." The doctor said, and by his name tag I'm sure his name was Russian or German, not that the two have anything in common except hard ass pronunciation."And I'm sure this has been going on for a while now since you're very advanced." This doctor is literally trying to make me jump off a cliff right now, I thought.
"Um...I'm sorry but, how is this even possible?" I inquired, trying to ignore the fact that he was a professional at work, and that I should have shut my pipe hole a long time ago and start crying like I was supposed to do minutes ago.
"Well Alec, this was always there all along, It might have been, it usually has to do with heritage and it just keeps getting worse every year, that's all I can say right now."
"But-How, How am I supposed to take-" My words were in between broken gasps of air, tears swelling in my eyes, falling from each corner and descending into the flight of pale skin that were my cheek bones. Then, like any other Lightwood would do in this situation-I guessed- I was devastated and started to have a fit. "Alz-Alz...whatever. Fuck it, who cares if I have that shit? It's not going to affect me in anyway. It's been in me all along right? Well, Dr. whatever your name is, I've been fine for my whole life and I will not stop being the nor-" I hesitated at my last words, since I'm not, and never will be a normal teenage boy,"Good day doctor." I ran my fingers through my hair and rolled my eyes. After taking my book bag from the white bed next to him, I left running through the doors and outside the hospital, realizing what I had just done.
My tears were still there, tracing every birth mark I had in my face, if I had any, I don't remember-
"AH!" I screamed out loud, running through the streets of Manhattan trying to find a subway home. "Where the fuck is the train?" I said exhausted from running through the streets like a complete weirdo."Where?..." My mind was still shocked about the stupid news and the shocking actions of mine in the hospital. I don't think I'll be accepted to the hospital again after shouting to that doctor like that. And worse, my mind was still trying to find a way to tell Magnus about what I now had, no, what I've always had, and that one thing for the first time wasn't him, but Alzheimer.
Magnus, My Magnus. How am I supposed to do this? I thought. What will I do about this, this disease?
After asking a random person in the subway directions for reaching my certain destination, I was finally downstairs of my boyfriend's apartment, well, our apartment. And it was time for me to tell him the devastating news. That his boyfriend is severely ill with the Alzheimer disease which pretty much is a state of dementia (at least, both of us will me demented from now on,) however, his boyfriend will be sick, and forget everything from the past, their first date, first kiss, and even their first time every meeting. And let's not forget the first time we were finally one, the night I felt so happy, so unprepared that it felt like it was the last time on Earth for me, and I felt so relieved that it was to be spent with him.
I rang the doorbell and waited for his answer to come. When his voice called out "Who dares call upon me?" I chuckled a little, still shocked, but answered, "It's, me." And the buzzer opened the door to the building and I slowly walked up the stairs. My silent, lonely steps were interrupted when I saw a pair of naked feet on top of me.
"Something's wrong." He said, and I looked up to find my boyfriend, my Magnus. His glittering, neon eyes stared into me like I was a lonely pet, I almost felt like Chairman Meow while Magnus patted him on the head, lightly, slowly, and gently. As his hands sat on my shoulders, and his tongue moved to lick his lips, a tear shed and it felt so hot, it burned through my shirt.
"Nothing's wrong baby, I'm fine. It's all fine. Serious-"
"Alec, don't lie to me!" He hurried me up the stairs into the apartment with his hand entwined with mine, I felt like he was taking me away to Heaven. We're not even close, I thought and my tears were shedding faster than before.
As we got inside the apartment, he locked the door and sat me on the giant red couch in our "living room" which looked more like a whole entire house space.
"Now," He said, and put his hand on top of mine, with his other hand he dried the tears from my eyes and spoke. "Take it easy." He pulled me closer,"You know you're a really bad liar for a Lightwood." His voice vibrated as though he chuckled a bit at my terrible lying skills and I guess he thought he would perfect them over time. I chuckled at my last thoughts and looked him in the eyes. It was time.
"Magnus, honey...I'm...pregnant." Or not. We both started laughing out loud like it was the last thing we could do on Earth. Still laughing, I was prepared to stand up from the couch and forget about everything that had happened, drying my tears, but I was shocked at the way Magnus abruptly grabbed my left arm and pulled me closer.
"Alexander Gideon Lightwood, I told you once, now I'll tell you twice. You are a really bad liar." And my plan of ignoring the topic failed, for he was Magnus, & Magnus was some kind of magical creature, so surreal that you couldn't help but tell the truth around him, or else.
"Fine, Fine...I'll tell you." I said under my gasps of air, I was breathing abnormally and my tears wouldn't stop for me anymore, I felt like drowning. As if he knew he was hurting me, Magnus let go of my arm with such guilty eyes that I had to tell the truth this time.
"Magnus, it's hard for me to...ex-explain, you see. Um, what I just found out, JUST found out, okay? Is that, well...I have Alzheimer. Always." My hands suddenly moved to his face, but they got rejected as I saw him walk away, probably furious, to our bedroom and lock himself inside while I lay on the couch, completely dead inside, crying for him.
