Those summer breezes that slowly flowed through the warm open air were disappearing into Autumn.The green leaves turned into bright oranges and reds that slowly began to fall off into the grass below.
I sat here in my room being 'depressed' as my mum would say when actually I was reading a book like a normal person.I sat on the window side with a blanket wrapped around me and the book in my hands.I reached over to my desk and pulled over the icy glass of water and set it down on the floor after I was finished drinking it.
I liked it up here , it was peaceful like it used to be and I had enough books to keep me busy for months on end.I could just be happy again when I came up here.
I stared out of the window at the leaves floating down and gently hitting the water of our small pond , directly under the tree.The cold air hit the window making a whistling sound as it swirled outside.Out on the patio my 2 dogs were laying there lazily in the weakening afternoon sun. Off into the distance of about 100 meters was my stables with my horses.I hadn't ridden in ages but I went down every day or so just to be with them for some company.
Everything was getting busier now getting things ready for Christmas when it was only September 28th and that left a good 3 months before hand.My family members , auntie's , uncle's, cousin's etc, were always just 'popping in' as they say , to get a little bit of gossip. But I know that they think i'm not going to last until Christmas.I can understand that i'm considerably weaker now than ever before and I know that they are still in shock from the diagnosis but now I think its really hit them.I actually look poorly now , my skin is white from the lack of sun , I've lost way to much weight that I can't seem to put back on.
Everyone is trying to see me before I disappear off the face of the earth.Just thinking about how the end is so soon for me makes me want to break down and cry but I never let myself , in case it makes me mentally weaker then i'll never have a chance at making it till December.
I was weaker physically but I made up for it for being strong for my family , this was a hard time for them but we all know there wasn't going to be years of this so called 'suffering' it would be over soon enough.
I quickly erased my thoughts from my head so I could continue reading for the remainder of the day. Until I looked back out of the window , I had an idea.A mischievous , exciting , great idea.
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Grenade
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