Diary Entry

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Hey guys!!

This chapter is filled with diary entries. This is to show Kiaan's point of view.

THIS IS THE LAST CHAPTER, HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT.

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Dear Diary,

From the time we came back from hospital, Vern has been spending all her time with me. We are doing some crazy stuff. We crashed a marriage, we went on long drives, we have basically become monkeys. She is staying longer now. Everything is so normal, except on Wednesdays. Every Wednesday, she takes me to visit Tray. Something I hate the most, but I don't care! She is cute when she argues for me to go, so instead of just going, I pick up a fight. She pulls me to the hospital holding my ears. SHE IS CRAZY AS FUCK! Just because she is spending all the time with him, doesn't mean she takes away my time with the others. She mostly asks me to spend more time with the them than her. SHE IS THE FUCKIN BEST. Yesterday, she carried me on her back and ran in the middle of the road. She is like 5'1 or 5'2 and I'm 6'2. You get it? And Today she made me make thousands of burgers just to give it to the needy. We could have bought it from outside, but she didn't let me, she made me make it. UFF... WHAT HAVE I DONE TO GET SO LUCKY TO HAVE HER?

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Dear diary,

Things have changed over time; I feel everything is going in slow motion. I have lost all my hair now. It started with light hair fall, then it started to increase and yesterday the leftover hair came off too. I'm more tired now, I sleep a lot too. I have had a few episodes of seizers. But at all stages Teddy, Kail (brother) and of course the gang is always by my side. They all say everything is going to be fine, but even they know noting will be the same anymore. I am not able to write regularly now, one: because I have no time, 2: because I'm usually so tired. I don't have that much energy left in me anymore. I hate this life; I just want to die as early as possible. There is nothing but petty in everyone's eyes. I hate it. Mom looks messed, dad helpless, kail hurt, gang clueless and Vern.... Teddy looks broken. Well she is good at hiding, but I still see the thin layer of pain behind those eyes of hers. I hate looking at them like that.

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Dear diary,

I am finally admitted against my own will. Vern put up a fight for two days for this. Dysphagia has taken over now. But Alya and Vern have started getting me things which are easy to swallow, mostly liquids. I sleep most of my time now, usually for almost fifteen or more hours. They all come to meet me every day and spend their time with me no matter what the circumstances are. That is the reason I love these people the most. They are my life.

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Dear diary,

I have started to forget everything. Today when mom came in, I just looked at her. She was telling me something, and I was thinking who she was. This hurts. Hurts the most. The person who was cleaning my room told me she was my mom. This had to not happen. Why? Why me? She is... she is hurt. She is hurt the most. And I forgot her? WHAT THE FUCK? I hate this. I hate forgetting her love, her care, her smile. HER. I hate it all. I am writing this so I can remember her, remember this, remember everything.

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Dear diary,

You know why I am writing this but teddy doesn't. I'm scared to tell her. It will break her. I don't even know if it's right. I don't know anything. I'm forgetting EVERYTHING. EVERYONE. I remember mom, dad, Kail and the others. Thanks to dean for getting me all of their pictures, which I have pasted in this diary with their name and the relation I have with them. Yes, it's stupid of me but I cannot help. I also remember teddy and our relation. But I have forgotten our first meet, our friendship, our first date. Thanks to Tyson who filled me in with all the details. I don't want to forget her. She is doing so much for me. I love her. I truly do.

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