Shaken to the bone

Prologue

This body of mine, I wish I could move as well as I once did. I wish someone would give me attention, talk to me, touch me, anything! I feel so alone and so lost.. I don't remember the last time someone acknowledged my existence. I miss the soft touch of my mother.. it was so hard for her when I died.. she cried so much over me and I couldn't do the one thing she wanted more than anything. I just couldn't stay alive.. I remember things from when I was sick so clearly.
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Flashback
My breath feels so heavy, its dragging like a thousand tons held up by a thin rope. My face feels so hot almost like an iron sizzling my face off. I barely have the strength to get up, I want so much to be able to be healthy. I don't want to trouble my mom or dad anymore. I grab the corner of my side table next to my bed, barely having enough force to get up. I use the wall for help to get to the door. Turning the knob I push the door open and walk through, as I walk towards the kitchen I stop by my dads office I hear the mumbling of my mother and father whisper yelling.

"He's been sick for a year now! I don't know how much longer I can keep on going like nothings happening. I can't keep this up! " my mom said in a frantic voice. "Honey.. we have to be there for him and bare through it" my father said in a dead tone. "God its like you don't even fucking care" I saw the shock and hurt in my dads eyes. He slammed his hands incredibly hard on his desk "How dare you assume that! How dare that thought even come into your mind! He's my son too! I raised him with you I love him just as much as you do and this kills me just as much as it kills you" he cried out his voice cracking, he couldn't hold back the tears anymore. They came flowing out and running down his cheeks, he covered his eyes. That was the first and only time I had ever seen my dad cry. My mom hugged him and my father rested his head on her chest. "I'm.. I'm sorry.. I love you" my mom said in a torn down voice "I love you" murmured my father.

I reached the kitchen and got myself a glass of water, drinking it where I was. My mom walked in and I could see her start to tear up. "Y-You got out of your bed.. honey... does this mean you feel better right now?" If I was being honest I felt the same for the past 5 months, horrible. "Yeah mom I actually feel good" I lied right to my mothers face, but I knew that's what she needed to hear. Her face lit up and she hugged me, "Charles! H... He got into the kitchen and got a drink all alone" my mom yelled and quickly after my dad ran into the kitchen; I could see his face turn white. "My... my boy" I remember that so clearly... a year after that day I died from heart complications. Turns out that my nurse was slowly poisoning me through my medications, giving me more and more until my heart stopped. The last thing I remember is my mom kissing my head as I went to bed. I had no idea I'd wake up looking at my dead body.