Gone...

Chapter 6

I haven't gone to the hospital in months. I guess that's good. Aoba is happy that I may beat this fucking disease. At this point I just don't fucking care if I do or don't. The fucking wooden rusty and old box has a ton of shit in it now. Aoba works more again because I'm getting better. I stay home constantly because I just don't want to go anywhere anymore.

It was about midnight. I woke up and ran to the bathroom. I started throwing up the crimson red liquid. Aoba soon woke up. He called an ambulance. I couldn't hear anything but I could tell that he was crying. That crying face I fucking hated to see on him taunted me. I just kept throwing up blood and it wouldn't stop. I was soon picked up and rushed to the hospital. Aoba was holding my pale hand saying something. He was such a mess. I knew I said box and bed telling him where the fucking wooden box was.

I was rushed through the doors and taken to the operating room. I was put asleep soon and I thought that this was it. I'm gonna die and I never got to say goodbye. I don't know how long I was in that same fucking room, but I woke up in one of the many hospital rooms there. Aoba was next to me holding my slowly dying hand. His bloodshot eyes looked at my dying body. I could tell he was really happy I was alive yet and awake. His body lightly hugged mine. I hugged back.

He and I talked for a few hours. I told him I knew I was gonna die in this bed. I told him about the box and to look at it on my funeral day. I told him to have me buried not cremated. He hated that I was telling him this. He told me that I will make it out of the hospital and that we'd still have a year or more together yet. I didn't say anything more because I didn't want to hurt him more than I already have.

It has been about three days and nothing has changed. I'm gonna die in this bed and I knew I would. Aoba and I have at least gotten sleep. I've had thousands of scans lately. I just knew I was gonna die. It has now been a week and a half. They swear I'm getting better. It's bullshit cause I'm not. It's now about midnight and Aoba and I are talking. I tell him I'm not gonna make it any longer and to remember what I said. Soon enough my heart rate started decreasing. Aoba just looked at me and started crying. He soon got a doctor and my heart rate was was to low. At least I didn't have my piercings in anymore.

Aoba stood as close as he could to me. He was such a crying mess and I hated it. I mouthed I love you to Aoba and I knew he saw it cause he mouthed it back. They were trying to save me but I couldn't be saved anymore. After almost an hour they stopped and declared me dead. It was 12:55 a.m. when I passed away. After almost three week Aoba had my funeral. No one went besides a priest.

Aoba wanted it to just be him. I was now in my grave six feet underground. Aoba was numb and without feeling. He still hasn't looked into the treacherous box. I knew was gonna make it til he was old. I was just happy I got to see Aoba before I died. I knew Aoba punched the wall when he got back home. I love him and I will always love him.

Skin is pale. Fingers cold. Ring rusting. Tears falling. Piercings taken out. Wood rotting. Blonde hair flowing. Wind blowing. Cigarette smoke. Music playing. Blue hair blowing. Bruises on knuckles.