Ruttnande virus: Life of a D-proppar

Chapter two-1 Where my body lays

Chapter two: Where my body lays.

När min kropp lägger.

"Sometimes you have to kind of die inside in order to rise from your own ashes and believe in yourself and love yourself to become a new person." ― Gerard Way

I miss living near my friends. I miss living in general. The privilege of life was striped from me that night. I can recall everything; the pain, suffering, and abandonment.

That man had rushed me, using his elbow to knock me off balance. He then continued to forcefully press his knee to my chest. The echo of multiple ribs breaking bounce off the barren walls. I gasp for air as one punctures my lung. Blood began to flood my lung, making it hard to draw breathe.

He was holding the knife with his teeth as he strangled me, watching as the will to live slowly slipped away. At the point near death, he stopped, then took the knife and crammed it into my abdomen.

My blood-curdling scream made him smile and he began to twist the knife. That's when I felt the 'nothingness' of being dead.

I awoke on a table with my name, Ritsu Glödande Fortuna, on a tag around my wrist. This is the morgue of the hospital the cops took me too after they had found me. There was a note laying beside me, telling me what to do if I came back. It told me that there are clothes, which were a plain black tank top and black baggy pants, for me in the brown paper bag as well as some type of liquid medicine.

I took the medicine and got dressed, then walked out of the morgue to find a nurse, doctor, anyone who could tell me why and what I needed to do. With my luck, I ran directly into a group of others like me. More D-proppars that occupied a set of two large couches. There were eleven of them, me making twelve in total.