You woke up to hear the sound of people scurrying about. Your bones ached, as if you haven't been using your body in forever.
You rubbed your neck, which was oddly bumpy and pulled your hand back in surprise. There was blood all over your hand.
"Awake, finally, I see?"
You turned to face a nurse. "Good morning, darling." She smiled.
Ugh, as if I need to remember her....
"Finally awake?" You whispered, then let out a groan as you sat up.
"I hope you're not thirsty again. It hasn't even been ten minutes." The nurse said.
"What?" You asked. "I didn't ask for anything to drink."
The nurse looked at you confused.
"All I remember was that I had an asthmatic attack and was sent here." You said, your mind flashbacking to what happened.
Yes, after you ran away from the abusive Alois Trancy, you hid by the tea ship down at the docks until Ciel found you. You couldn't breathe and you kept coughing and regurgitated somewhat a mixture of fluids and blood. You hadn't eaten.
The nurse was even more confused. "Sweetheart, that was over a year ago."
Your eyes widened at the lady's statement. "A-a year ago?!" You couldn't remember anything that has happened. No, nothing at all.
"The bluenette earl and that weird blonde earl kept visiting you. I have no idea what's been going on, but you've had the Black Thorns of Hell for over a year now." The nurse said.
"The Black Thorns of....?" You started. But you realized your voice was hoarse, and you couldn't get a lot of oxygen.
The nurse pointed to your neck. "It's a rare asthmatic disease. Not many people get this, and since it's not as popular as it was in the sixteenth century, so it wasn't taken into practice. Most people thought it would eventually go extinct. I guess not."
Your neck was starting to bleed and scab. Black pointy thorns were starting to stick out. It hurt a lot.
And since it wasn't taken into practice, no one knew a cure.
This was how your life was going to be. Dying because of an extinct asthma disease.
This wasn't how you expected to die, and you surely didn't expect to die at a young age.
[Meanwhile at the Phantomhive manor] (I wrote this piece myself. I call the poem The Colors of Distortion :3)
Roses.
They're the color of red that bleeds when we're in the smallest of pain and torment. Even though we are always suffering whether it be physically or mentally.
Darkness.
It shows marks upon the light in which monsters that roam about find it beautiful to see that it has no harness.
Tears.
It's a clear color. Like the rain. Unbeknownst to us that the sky may be raining to signal the world's depression. But if that were true, wouldn't it endlessly rain until purity is in every human?
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