14 Days Plus 1

Chapter 1: (Continuing Pages)

I strummed my guitar one last time after I sang the last line of the song. Tears ran down my cheek like a river flowing down the stream. My heart was so heavy and so sore that I couldn't bear to move on more. I knew it would be useless anyway. I'm going to die, and I haven't had anything good since this Anemia messed up my life.

It seemed like not only my red blood cells were deficient, but also the happiness in me. My parents gave up on providing money for my medication for they knew that I would never be fully healed, and I'm ready to give up on life anyway. I'm too young, but I'm already broke. Everyday, I feel like a dog who lost its bone. I feel so jealous of those "normal" people around me. They seem so happy and contented with their life, while I am sorrowfully suffering with mine.

I've asked God so many times why He would put this curse on me, but I only got answers of silence. I don't know who sinned, my parents or me for this plague to dirt my once colorful life. I've never seen Him work in me, even give me a little glimpse of hope. Never have I felt His presence beside me, and never have I proved His grace is such. And what I only proved is that He doesn't even care about me.

Because of this illness, I even made my studies a mess. Those books that were once my friends turned their backs on me like I've done some terrible mistake. Classes were now noises in my head that almost make me insane everyday. I gave up writing though I was once the Editor In Chief of our School Paper Staff. I was once a silly writer who writes funny articles, stories and stuff, but now, all I could write was the big loss in my heart that longs for the presence of maybe someone might somehow heal my broken heart.

Finally, I had the little strength to stand up and attend my last period class. Man, classes in this school are so boring. After everything that has happened, I never liked to study anymore. I was once a very good student, but my goodness was blown away by the sudden distortion in my life.

I picked up my bag, and went on my way to my classroom. It wasn't my utmost desire to attend classes today, I just wanna spend my time singing all day long. But what can I do? It's Mathematics, my most favourite subject. The last thing that a dummy like me will ever want is getting turned insane by a monster algebraic problem that could ruin the rest of my life. Hey. I tried to marry Mathematics, but Mathematics won't marry me. It's really terrible. Even marriage doesn't even flow with me.

Man, why did I even exist? Well, anyway, I think even gerbils aren't even asking why they exist, so I'll just shut my mouth up, and enter this creepy room.

All eyes stared blankly at me as I took my first step inside. Oops. I'm late again. I guess I sang my song for too long, but I'm pretty sure I calculated my timer so I won't come late, but what the heck just happened? The only absolute thing right now, is that I'm gonna get community service again, cause I've been late for the 123rd time. Yap. That's right.

I'm gonna get sewer-tortured again, or maybe they'll have mercy and just let me feed the crocodiles in the zoo, or even make me pick up every trash in New York City. Well, I don't know. The last time I was late, I got porta potty cleaning job. Thank God my stomach's a little bit tough. If it isn't, I would've puked rainbows all over Grandma Teresa's backyard, cause there was where I blacked out right after I cleaned the toilets after my singing idol Leroy Sanchez had a concert in Roosevelt's Street. It was worth it though, cause I got paid 5 bucks, and I had a brand new Lakewood Guitar that sounds really good.

I was having some good butterflies in my stomach when suddenly, someone touched my shoulders. The hairs over back stood, and I jumped in shock.

"You're lucky Mr. Mendes' sick today." It's my buddy Max.

Yep. He'd always been there behind my back to support me from breaking down from everything that's happened to me. He's got the same section as me, so I can survive everyday depression that literally makes my heart get out of my chest and dance crazily on the floor.

I glimpsed behind. He still got that funny expression on his face. It was so awesome how his brown hair matches his pale complexion, and how he looks like a cool kid with those not-so-slim body that's fully covered with a white sweater, and blue jeans.

We both raced to our seats as freezing stares hunt us down as we reach the end of the line. Man, it wasn't so easy to be famous as a late-comer. They would always look at you like you're a very irresponsible dude, but honestly, they have no idea about everything I'm going through right now. I never even told them, because actually, I thought they would just mock me with it, so I just shut my mouth up everytime one of them asks me about it.

I placed my bag next to my left foot so it would be easy for me to pick my things up. Geez. It's been a year since I last appreciated the blue streak colors of my awesome backpack. It may be a little bit small, but this bag had been always by my back since I last learned how to really be happy. It still got the same gold zipper that reflects days of joy to my eyes.

I pulled out my Literature Notebook and started to swap up a few pages. Yep. We're still on the same topic as yesterday. Freaking "Metaphors"

I'm a sucker on making one. I never made a perfect phrase that sells millions. See? Damn. I suck.

By the way, I'm just gonna put on my headset and play my favorite songs. Leroy Sanchez's songs are very amazing though. Listening to one seems to make my sorrow fade a little bit. Every verse of every song he sings can make my soul be separated from my body. It makes me float in the air. Literally floating.

My eyes closed as he sang the chorus of his song, "By my side." Images of happy things that could've happened flashed in my mind. I wished I could stay there forever, but I gotta wake up on reality, but I can still appreciate that at least inside my imaginations I could be happy. How I'd wish for someone to invent a machine that makes someone be teleported inside his own dreams. That would be the best invention made ever.