10:13am
"Where are you going?" My aunt stares down at me as I finish tying my shoes.
She has her white robe on with a bun holding up her messy brown hair.
She laughs.
"Why did I even ask?"
Standing up, I fix my pants and the black face mask that covers my red nose.
A cough tears through my sore throat.
"Go ahead and go. Take your time coming back home." She opens the door for me and taps her foot impatiently.
The pain in my chest swells as I nod my head and walk through the door. My aunt clicks her tongue and slams the door shut.
Maybe I won't come home and I'll disappear from this world. My aunt won't have to be bothered by me anymore.
She won't have to see my terrible face. She won't have her oxygen taken by a useless being. She'd be free of a nuisance she's been dying to get rid of.
My feet unconsciously stop moving. I stare at my reflection in a rain puddle. Dead eyes stare back at me.
I am worthless.
But I made a promise to Mark. I won't hurt myself anymore.
I lift my head up and continue to walk to Mark's apartment complex.
After stopping two times to wipe my runny nose and to spit blood into a public bathroom sink, I arrive at the door to Mark's apartment.
The numbers 102 are blurry and fuzzy as a headache blazes through my head. I haven't slept in weeks and my cold just keeps getting worse.
The last time I remember eating was Thursday night when my aunt's boyfriend made me do three hours of push ups.
My head is about to split from the pain, my organs are going to melt from how hot my body is, and my entire body is just going to completely fail because of the multitude of medicines coursing through my veins.
My shakey fist knocks on the door. Three knocks is all I can manage.
"Coming!" Mark calls from inside.
The locks click.
The door swings open.
Mark greets me with a smile.
"Hi Jackson!"
I try to smile in response but...it's too late.
"Come in." Mark opens the door wider for me.
My legs shake and crumble as I attempt to enter the doorway. Mark notices and grabs my arms to support me.
I gag as bile rises into my throat.
Mark hurriedly leads me to his bathroom where he removes my black face mask and leans me over the toilet.
Red, crimson blood pours from my mouth and horrid coughs batter my throat.
After vomiting, my body gives up on me. I lay on Mark's bathroom floor, my hands clasped around my head.
It hurts.
"Jackson..." Mark holds me in his arms as he calls an ambulance.
I have no idea when they come. My mind blacks out and the pain intensifies.
But I'm glad I could see Mark.
