It's your birthday, It could have been any other day, but It's not.It's your fucking birthday.you are broke and you are horny.you take the last long drag from your fag, inhale the stinging smoke, and break into a cough. Your chest hurts, your throat's fucked up.It makes you want to scream on top of your voice until you are out of breath, asphyxiating.you can't even do that, you need to breath to do that, you would breath, if you were not coughing , that is.
I am sick for three days straight.I feel like a cheap whore, tired and fucked.Dark bags around my eyes waiting to eat my eyes.I look at the mirror, it reflects something that used to look like face, but now looks like a filthy twat.
On my way to the doctor'
s chamber, I have trouble breathing.when I reach, I have to wait until three other sick people get their prescriptions.
It's a horrible place, this doctor's chamber.Full of sick people, drained of energy.you look around, not a single fucking smile on their faces.but the unfortunate, rather, unpleasant part is that, you look at all these people and you look at yourself... you don't know who to feel more sorry for.
There's a square table in front of me, cluttered with magazines.I pick one of them up. It's full of anorexic models with their non-existent, almost invisible breasts covered in bikinis.Even in my perturbed and horrid state of mind, I skip these photos and start reading a story on ipad.
It's irritating to an annoyingly excessive extent, for I could barely read a few line without coughing.I bet if the Guinness people were here, they would felicitate me with the world record for incessant coughing.The receptionist tells me to go upstairs,a decision I have to repent in a short while.
When I reach the floor, I feel an acute pain in my chest.my chest is burning. My rib cage hurts, I am panting, my legs shake, my hands sweat and shake, the back of throat is getting dry, my lungs wail for air, they crash, stiffen, choke, and all I could manage is an irrepressible fit of coughing.
I can't hear anything, except a buzzing sound like a humming bee, suddenly everything around me is turning dark, and I faint... Next thing I remember is that I am surrounded by women dressed in green, wearing green masks.My legs are frozen, I can't move, my upper body is going numb. One of them who is carrying an oxygen masks, makes her way toward me, puts it on my mouth, tying to the back of my head.I close my eyes and think.that is it. that's how my life ends.
Omygod! omyfuckingod! Oh! No! Please ! NO! Fuck! Fuck! I am too young to die, I haven't even reached my puberty, I mean, I have, but that doesn't mean I'll have to die.
I have spent half of my life sleeping and the other half eating, and now I am going to die.
I am lying on the hospital bed, peeved, brittle clinging on to my life like the spider clinging on to the hospital ceiling, upside down.If I wasn't lying here I'd be partying somewhere, sozzled. But Now I have to lie on the hospital bed until I grew bored...
