It has been one car ride to my house and Nora has already grown so close to me. She is the girl I read about in books. I also feel she is perfect for the TV show Greys Anatomy.
Nora’s Volvo finds itself parked in my driveway in no time.
I try to spring up the huge oak staircase into my bedroom, but it becomes way too difficult considering I must lug up a machine with me. Plus I have basically no energy force my muscles up the stairs with that type of speed. Although, with Nora’s guidance, I can get up there in no time. I have roughly twenty-three hours left to live. I can’t be wasting them with “breathing rests.”
I scavenge through my wardrobe like a vulture swooping down on it’s deceased prey. If this is going to be my last day with Charlie I want to have everyone’s head turning to my direction.
“Stupid. I’m so stupid.” I mutter these words under my breath. It’s a bad habit of mine to insult myself or other people under my breath without me knowing that I am doing it.
“Uh, you okay?” Nora is standing at the door. She still wears her filthy nurse outfit from this morning.
“Yes…I’m fine, why do you ask?”
“It’s just, normally people don’t run frantically around their room shouting mild profanities at themselves.” She smirks, I chuckle.
“Oh, was I seriously do that?”
“Yes, you were. You kind of scared me.” Nora smiles wide.
“Sorry! I know, I am pretty crazy. Trust me, as you get to know me, you’ll get used to it.” I say. Nora looks down at her feet, she struggles with what to say next. Then I realize the stupid of the sentence I just said.
“Oh yeah! How silly of me. I’ll be dead by tomorrow so there is no chance to get to know me.” I say—nearly shouting.
“There really is nothing more I can do but help you today and say sorry a million times.” Nora’s lip quivers again.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry for the way I act. My emotions are all over the place today.” I explain to her. Now it is Nora’s time to laugh, I can’t help but join in.
“Well you do have a reasonable situation to be emotional about!” She exclaims.
We laugh some more, if strangers were to walk in on us they would think we are on drugs or something.
“Honey, why don;r you tell me a little bit about yourself then, and I will do the same.” Nora gives me a soothing hug as she says this.
I picture myself being Professor Moriarty, cold, calculated, and crazy at the same time. He doesn’t seem to feel internal pain,so neither will I. Shaking off all my regrets and sorrows is refreshing, but it brings along my old friend Mr Good Things. I welcome him with open arms because I know a distraction would be good right about now. It’s too bad my time with Mr Good Things will only be brief.
“Alright,” I say, “I don’t even know where to begin.” I shrug and Nora looks at me grimly.
“Just tell me five simple things about yourself, like even something as useless as your favourite colour.”
“Well that’s easy. My favourite colour is teal!” I explain this to her proudly. Not very many people like the colour teal.
“Thats a pretty exact colour,” she pauses so both of us can laugh, “mine is something much more simple. I like grey.”
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Ventricle
SpiritualHere lies a girl, she is dying. Perhaps that is all you need to know.
