King of Nothing

Now

It has been four months since I have met Casey and she has already beent trusting and kind enough to let me live in her apartment. She said it was no big deal, and that it was her way of helping since I won't let her help me with my personal problems.

I just feel so bad though, she is providing for the both of us while I remain the pointless bum. I wish I could help too, maybe I wouldn't feel as bad.  

So I do what I can around the apartment, cleaning and washing dishes. Casey sits on the couch reading a book while shoving a bag of chips down her throat. 

"Noah." Casey says through all of her chomping on the chips. 

"Yes?" I answer. She looks up at me, still finishing what she is eating. 

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry about everything that happened between you and your family. You group of you absolutely do not deserve so much suffering." Casey says, she sounds so sincere I can't help but smile, she made me smile. She made em understand that some people do still care. 

"Yeah...well I did bring it upon all of us. It''s my fault and I deserve whatever comes to me." I explain. Casey nods in understanding.

"Yes, you have made mistakes. Everyone does, you just happened to make a slightly bigger one. You shouldn't let it define you. You know what, I want you to take me to her grave. Maybe it will help." Casey says, she walks over to me and gives me a great big hug. It was quite warm, and it was moderately comforting. 

"Okay...fine. I doubt it will help though." I reply, Casey yanks me up out of the stool I was resting in anyways and leads us to the door. She tugs her jacket off the rack along the way and slipped it on. I don't have any other extra layer clothes so I just follow along as she grips my wrist firmly. We reach the elevator first and then we hop onto and we slowly lower to the ground.

But then I my eyesight starts to get blurry and I have to hold onto the rail. But before I know it I find myself on the ground, then coughing with a nose bleed. 

"Oh my gosh, Noah. Are you alright?" Casey looks genuinely worried for me.

"Even if I'm not, I can't show it. "Yes, I'm fine. Lets get to that grave, yeah?" I interject.

"Oh no, not in this physical state. I'm taking you to the doctors or the hospital or something." Casey informs me. Damn it. 

My lukaemia is catching up to me, and if this continues to happen, I won't be able to have any of the redemption I wanted.