Small Stories

Hanahaki

ITS BEEN EDITED. 07,11,2018
Love hurts, physically and mentally. It can tear others apart even though it is just a feeling you can experience. I am one that has fallen in love, then torn by the Hanahaki Disease ,I was unfortunate enough to have that wretched disease, if God wanted us to live our best life why did he curse me with the option to be emotionless or die- and I had picked the root to die. That is why I'm here holding a rose with the thorns dripping blood, drop by drop. My throat and lungs are beginning to feel like they are slowly being roasted by a roaring oven. The only comfort I had was this white bed that I am laying in. However now my blood and sweat are soaked into the cotton blankets and pillows and it is beginning to feel like my last hours on this cruel planet we live in. My loved ones will soon be around me with and tears falling down there faces. They might begin to understand how I feel about my life, they didn't even know and I did not get surgery either. Then suddenly I felt it, my short breaths becoming shorter, the burning in my body becomes stronger and I reach my hand out to grab the light and felt my body go numb- I'm ready for this and it's all my fault.
It wasn't your fault for not realising, I kept it a secret for this long anyway.