~❀ Hanahaki disease ❀~

{ ✾ Part 6 ~ These stupid flowers.. ✾ }

There was no way I was going to school today.

I lay on the couch, thinking about what to do. I could tell that Fumika was worried, because I could hear my phone vibrating from the floor, where I had thrown it earlier. I played with the petals of the flower that was now sitting on my forehead, wondering what people'd think if they saw it.

Wondering what he'd think...

My throat felt itchy again, it did that every single time I thought of him.

I dashed to the bathroom, trying to hold the blood and petals in until I got to the bathroom.

As soon as I got in, I slammed the door open and hunched myself over the toilet bowl, doubling over in pain.

I can't breathe..

It happened every single time, but this was worse, I couldn't breathe at all. The toilet water was filled with small petals and pink with blood, but that was nothing compared to what I felt in my throat. I coughed and coughed, trying to get whatever it was out of my throat, but It wasn't working. I felt light-headed and faint, falling back onto the floor, where I'd slept last night. Using all the strength I had left in me, I managed to cough it out.

A whole flower.

"what the-"

I stared it in disbelief, it wasn't just petals, like before, or just the flower head either.

It was a whole flower, stem and all

"are you kidding me..??"

It sat there on the ground next to me, petals stained with my blood.

The website said it's be at least a week before I started coughing up whole freaking flowers!!

It was developing faster than I thought, and I had no way to stop it.

I didn't want surgery,

I knew he didn't love me back,

And I didn't have enough money to get the medicine, so there was no way to make it die down.

I got up and walked over to the sink to clean myself up, only to see that I looked terrible, my face was so pale it was almost white, my shirt was stained with blood, my hair was a mess, tangled up in the flower, and I had massive bags under my eyes.

I cleaned myself up as much as I could, washing away the blood, and throwing the stained shirt in the wash. The bathroom was still a mess from last night, but I couldn't be bothered to clean it, honestly, there was no point. It's not like anyone was coming over, and my dad's not coming back any time soon. I just left it, leaving the bathroom and closing the door behind me.