Rotting wood }} Cait!Blitz
Apr 20, 2014 22:30:49 GMT -5
Post by k!ah on Apr 20, 2014 22:30:49 GMT -5
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My life was something of a joke, really. It was something that was just a torment, a torture device at its finest. I often wandered why I continued on, why I didn't just… stop. But then I remembered that there was actually people out here who had it worse than me, believe it or not. A boo dying from cancer might not be the worst thing in this shit whole. I had no home, I lvdd on the streets and I was missing a good half of my leg because of cancer… But despite all that I knew that people had it worse out there… I knew that people who were younger than me… they were dying and there was nothing I could do about it.
Lexi had told me that I was to attend my appointment today, but fuck her, I didn't need the hospital to tell me that I was dying, I already knew. So instead of making that longer painful hobble to the hospital I grasped my cane tightly and wandered down an empty alley way, my mind racing over the times when I had been able to run down this very street, the times when the cancer had not eaten away at me, when I had been free almost, free from the grasp of death.
Sighing I push the memories to the back of my mind, why remember such beautiful times? Why remember times that I knew would never repeat. My face twists with disgust as I look down, my eyes seating for two feet, only finding one. My eyes run up the wooded cane that I had used for years, the cane that was frayed and slippered at the bottom. It was nothing special, it was just a scrape that I had found on the edge of the road.
My life was a joke, a joke that I was sick of laughing at.
My life was something of a joke, really. It was something that was just a torment, a torture device at its finest. I often wandered why I continued on, why I didn't just… stop. But then I remembered that there was actually people out here who had it worse than me, believe it or not. A boo dying from cancer might not be the worst thing in this shit whole. I had no home, I lvdd on the streets and I was missing a good half of my leg because of cancer… But despite all that I knew that people had it worse out there… I knew that people who were younger than me… they were dying and there was nothing I could do about it.
Lexi had told me that I was to attend my appointment today, but fuck her, I didn't need the hospital to tell me that I was dying, I already knew. So instead of making that longer painful hobble to the hospital I grasped my cane tightly and wandered down an empty alley way, my mind racing over the times when I had been able to run down this very street, the times when the cancer had not eaten away at me, when I had been free almost, free from the grasp of death.
Sighing I push the memories to the back of my mind, why remember such beautiful times? Why remember times that I knew would never repeat. My face twists with disgust as I look down, my eyes seating for two feet, only finding one. My eyes run up the wooded cane that I had used for years, the cane that was frayed and slippered at the bottom. It was nothing special, it was just a scrape that I had found on the edge of the road.
My life was a joke, a joke that I was sick of laughing at.
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