Short Stories for the Mentally Unstable

Oh Klahoma

Walking home...again. Probably should wear a fucking jacket. Oh well, we're dying anyways, so why even bother. Got another letter from the Doc when something like this, "Dear Mr. Stauber, you're cancer is everywhere and you're gonna fucking die soon, try going into thousands of dollars in debt with useless Chemo." He can shove it. He just want's me to *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*. Fucking hell, if the cancer don't kill me I'll cough up a lung, literally. I'll take Pneumonia at this point. Five blocks to go, It's easier to leave the world behind when you've got no one to worry. Parents died three years ago and  science there was no way I was getting to San Francisco for their funeral, I've kinda been shunned by the rest of the family. 4 1/2 blocks left. No rush, Can't feel my han-- *COUGH* COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*. Shit. I might not make it home this time. I need to bring gloves, probly shouldn't have smoked my lungs out at the ripe old age of nineteen, now at age thirty and ready to keel over and die. Oh well, no use in regretting it now, except it and move on, well, can't really move on cause I'm gonna die. So might as well get home. It's freezing, then again, this hoodie isn't exactly too warm. 3 blocks, I can see my apartment from here, nice place to die ig, who knows where I will. I sure as hell don't know. Anyw- *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH*. Goddamn it. We're almost home. Relax. No, I'm not gonna kill myself, well I technically am, Stage four terminal lung cancer, Oh well, learned our lesson. If you get a shot at life, don't miss. I broke upwith Vanessa so she wouldn't ahve to deal with all this shit. 2 blocks, time to jog, can't feel my face and hands I- *COUGH* *COUGH*  Fuck. There's the blood, I, I should probably sit down, there's an alley way next... No, We're getting home first. Then we're sitting. One Block left. Almost home. We're going to collapse on the best futon in the world when we get there. Half a block, almost there, just a littl- *COUGH* COUGH* COUGH* Ugh. *COUGH* *COUGH* *COUGH* Damn it. Can't...breathe...fuck. Ok, that's better. Inside. Always leave it unlocked anymore. Whoever comes can take what they want. I don't care. In the kitchen, gonna have a nice glass of  Moscato, maybe that'll calm me down. My hands are shaking again, haven't had a steady hand since the crash, you name it, I've probably had it done, time to drink, cheers to whatever life I'v- *COUGH* *COUGH* COUGH* *COUGH* COUGH* *smash* FUCKING DAMMIT! *COUGH* COUGH* *COUGH* Holy *COUGH* Fucking *COUGH* That's a lot of blood *COUGH* I need a minute, try to *COUGH* *COUGH* breath- *COUGH* *COUGH* Ok, *cough*I'm going to need a towel for this. For now, we're just going to pull up a nice, easy, relaxing chair and si- *cough* *cough*sit down. Take it all in, maybe for the last time