Tony Montana :; y o o n m i n

fifty four.

chapter fifty four.
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TONY.

i stormed out of the clinic with my eyes tearing up. i tried to hold them back but my tears were just too stubborn.

walking out of the hospital, my mind is a complete mess.

no.

this can't be real.

i'm just imagining things.

those words that came out from the doctor's mouth aren't real.

"i tried to contact you since last week but you're always busy. i'll be making short because i'm starting to be emotional for my client---according to the health exams we conducted last week--- as i said, i'll be making this short. i'll be blunt. you have a stage four prostate cancer."

tears streamed down rapidly on my cheeks, holding back sobs.

the world is cruel. why--- why am i going to die? i'll be dying soon.

no--- no! i can't just die yet. it's just unfair---

boing

my thoughts were interrupted when i suddenly bumped into a glass door. the patients around me laughed and some of them muffled their laughter.

"fuck this door!" i yelled as i kicked the glass door with my right foot. i cried after as i leaned my head on the glass door.

fuck

fuck

fuck

fuck!

"why do i have to die!" i yelled as loud as i could making all the patients and nurses around me look at me in shock. they remained silent as some of them looked at me with pity on their eyes.

i sobbed as i punched the glass door. i kept on hitting the poor door as i cried my heart out. "fuck! why! is there any god?!" i yelled, hitting the door violently.

"sir." a female nurse slowly landed her hand on my shoulder. "please calm down. you might break the door. it is a hospital property." she faked a smile.

"and this hospital is my property!" i yelled back at her and she was shocked. "i bought this hospital a year ago so shut the fuck up! if this door breaks then i'll just buy you a hundred supply of this bullcrap! just leave me alone!" i yelled at her. now the patients are scared.

"sir please calm down. you're making a scene here." she spoke softly, trying to calm me down.

i was about to yell all out on her when my phone vibrated. what a bad timing.

calling in this time when a man knew he's dying. what a bad timing. great.

"hello?!" i answered the call in an annoyed tone. i almost wanted to throw my phone in frustration but hearing my sister's sob made me froze.

"mariangela?" i asked in a calming tone, wiping my tears. i don't want to raise a tone on my crying sister. she's sensitive.

she didn't answered. sobs and soft cries were heard in the other line.

and then i felt something wrong. something unusual. something awful. "angela? is something the matter?" i asked as i sniffed. i am starting to get nervous about this.