Kiyoshi and Tommy

Six

Kiyoshi's POV:

After lunch I just went to classes and looked down at my desk wondering about why he complimented me.

Everyone my age usually just insults me about my hair, my mask, my eyes.

No one has ever complimented me.

Whatever, it doesn't matter now. I'm the new kid. I have to stay out of everyone's way. Just focus on that.

I started to cough violently.

Why now? Why? Everyone will see.

Blood appeared on my pure white mask. I stopped coughing. I feel so tired. Rest won't help. It never helps. Why are my symptoms acting up.

It doesn't matter, I'm due to die in about a 5 years.

Everyone is whispering. Whispering about me.

"Damn he coughed up blood."
"That kid is my neighbor, he's terminally ill."
"He's so thin, I planned to ask him how he does it but no thanks. I don't want to cough up blood."
"So he really is a freak. As if his white hair didn't make him weird."
"He's probably going to die the next thing we know."

I put my head in my palms and sighed. Dammit, this always happens.

I just want to leave.

I can't wait until I die soon.