My Last Supper

SEVEN

Waiting.
Waiting is always the hardest.
Especially when you're waiting for news that would change your entire life.

I sat in the waiting room of Manhattan Hospital next to Kup's mother. I couldn't believe he just collapsed at school. I don't know what's happening in my life anymore.
Suddenly I see a surgeon come out of the hallway and make eye contact with us. We walk over quickly, eager to hear if Kup, the love of my life, is okay.
"So?" his mother frantically started. "Is he okay? Is my boy okay?"
"Yes," the doctor announced, hearing a sigh of relief from both of us. "But I have some concerns. Let's sit." He motioned to the waiting seats.
"Number one- why in God's name would you name your son 'Kup'? What the fuck? Do you realize how much shit he must get at school because of that half-ass shotgun name? Jesus H. Christ lady, I would immediately end my existence the second I learned my name was Kup. Fuck." The doctor sighed.
"What happened to him? Is he okay?" Kup's mother practically yelled.
"Oh yes, nothing too serious. He had a massive brain bleed and was seconds from being pronounced dead, but our gifted surgeons fixed him right up."
"Oh wonderful. Will he be back in school soon?"
"What the fuck do you think this is? No. No he won't. He nearly died no less than 3 minutes ago. He isn't even awake yet, and to be honest with you, there's a chance he won't wake up at all."
"What?" I yelled.
"His brain bleed was extremely harmful and it's safe to say that if he does wake up, the very soonest he'll be able to walk would be in, I'd say, about 18 to 19 years."
I got up. I left the building. I gave a terrible review of the hospital on Yelp!. And I left. No goodbye's to Kup. I'm gone.

I soon realized that I would probably go to prison before I even saw him again- or at least saw him conscious. My court date was coming up in a matter of days. I might as well off myself. No one worth my time is alive anymore. I can't even play Club fucking Penguin.

I went up to my room when I arrived at home and thought about the best way for departure. Before I could get too in depth, I heard a knock at the front door.

"Whomst'dve is it? I'm a little busy," I asked after walking downstairs.

"It's me. Let me in." What the fuck? Is that Shawn?

"Listen here you piece of shit. Who do you think you are? You think you can fucking report me to the goddamn police for murdering my friends? You think you ruined my life? Well guess what bitch, I got a good ass lawyer, and he's gonna destroy you and everything you stand for, you motherfucking waste of oxygen. If only your mother went through with your abortion."

"Wait. My mother tried to abort me?"

"Yes- about three months ago," I replied.

"Okay just listen. I just need to ask you one question."

"No. Fuck you. You are not forgiven. I can't believe I was your girlfriend for more than two minutes."

"Please Kat, just let me in. Just one question, I promise."

I rolled my red ass eyes from both crying and getting a total of 2 hours of sleep within the past three days. "Fine," I said as I reluctantly opened the door. Shawn stepped in and gave me a light smile. "What do you have to say?" I said as I crossed my arms.

He took slow steps towards out of the doorway and framed my face with his tiny little baby hands.

He got his face closer to my ear and whispered, "hol up. whomst the fuck started World War 6?" He backward walked towards the door, and pointed to himself.

"This [REDACTED] right here."

The door closed with a slam and I was again left with my intrusive thoughts, now even more confused as to the meaning of life.

I went back into my room and heard the door open again, with my mother yelling of her arrival shortly after. I didn't bother doing my homework. It won't matter in a couple of days anyway. My sentence will probably be for life- God knows my lawyer won't be able to do anything. Or maybe, if I'm lucky, I'll get a death sentence.

"Katherine, come down here please. We have some people at the door for you," my mother yelled apprehensively up to my room.

Oh Jesus. This can't be good.

I hesitantly walked downstairs, preparing for the bullshit that awaited my fat ass.

Arriving downstairs, I saw two fine men in black suits outside of the door. One was about 6'9, and the other was about 4'2.

"Katherine Kunt?" The taller one asked me.

"It's pronounced 'Koont'."

"Please come with me." He held out his manly, fine ass hand to me.

"What the fuck? Mom? I thought I had two days?"

"I sold you to Five Seconds of Summer for drug money. Goodbye little bitch, hope you rot in your dirty ass jail cell in a couple of days." She slammed the door a millisecond after I stepped outside, and I was directed into the limo.

"You will meet the boys who bought you when we arrive to the $200 million mansion. And yes, you are still required to attend on your court date, and deal with the consequential repercussions."

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