MKS here you guys! Today, for no reason wat so ever, I decided to do my first solo story! I hope u enjoy! Send feedback too! ------------------------------------------ Prolouge (if I spelled it right xD) Tick tock..tick tock...tick tock... I stared at that blasted clock. I wish they would turn it off or something. It's not only aggravating, but its setting off my nerves, if that was even possible to begin with. I tugged at my hospital bracelet amd itched under it. It was annoying at times to the extent where I wanted to tear it off, rip it shreds, and dispose of it. Such a tempting idea I almost attempted. But then he walked in. The doctor held up a clipboard, examined it closely, then gave me a look so devastating and melancholy that it would haunt me for the days that followed. "So I...I...," he started, swallowed, then continued "I looked over these symptoms you have. The drowsiness, the rough throat and itching." I saw him remove his glasses when I asked the devastating question: "Well what is it?". He gave me that look again, that depressing look and told me my fate. "Your dying Mr. Carson. Your disease is slowly, but surely killing you. I believe you may have a week or so left to live." He wiped his face and turned to me. "I'm sorry, but we can't help you," were his final words. I looked down at my hands that were beginning to flood in tears and sweat. Tick tock..tick tock...tick tock... The sounds of the clock no longer phased me. Because now, they would resemble the breaths I had left. The seconds passed, then turned to mintutes, then to an hour. I sat there, thinking what I did wrong. Then it hit me.. I did nothing, but I did not live. And that had to be changed.
Day 1 I cried myself to sleep last night. I remember so vividly, tossing and turning. My bed was a soft one, don't get me wrong. I loved it. But I think that Death was teasing me, whisping it's legs against my back throughout the night. And I knew I could not escape its closing embrace on my soul eternally. I awoke at 6:57 a.m. I sat up from my bed, then stared outside of my large window covered in my silk curtains. I saw Mr. Tilman and his two sons stroll down the streets in their usual attire; Abercrombie shirts that matched their shoes or pants (sometimes both if you were 'lucky'). I glanced at my good friend Jackson, whom I've known for quite some time, and his wife and daughter who sat in the lawn with cold glasses of sweet tea. Then I glared at another man a few houses down who I have known for 2 decades: The multimillionaire in the body of my enemy and rival Bob Dylans. He also tried to compete with me. He had the looks, and left me with the brains. Of course I did eventually hit my gorgeous stages, but women have always (and may always) fell on their faces and snapped their necks over the heaven-sent man known as Bob Dylans. I let out a long wheezing cough as I continued to look around. I began to slowly realize something, I wish I hadn't. I'm going to lose all of this so much sooner than the rest. I will never be able to smile at the Fernandez's in the morning, speak hate and bitterness to the Dylans, or shake Jackson's firm and welcoming hand. Within in the next 6 days, I'll disappear. I let a tear fall as I wandered into the large, spacious kitchen I called my own.
Day 1 Part 2 I walked to my fridge, opened it, and removed my jug of milk. 'Well damn' I thought, 'no milk'. On that note I snatched up my keys and walked out the of doors of my gaudy residence. I walked to my car (an Audi, of course) and rubbed my hand across the side to the driver's door. I entered and took a deep breathe to relieve some of my tension, the drove for what seemed like hours to the nearest grocery store. I know this technically isn't a love story. Unless you wanna call this a tragic "Romeo and Juilet" like scenario. But the woman I saw as I roamed the ailes of the deserted store was absolutely stunning. She wore a bright red pencil skirt that when down to the middle of her thighs. Her chocolate skin glistened in the overhead lights, making her seem even more angelic-like. She walked down the aile with her hips swaying slightly. I told to myself that I couldn't have her, that she was either married or taken by someone. I looked at her with a smile and nodded, then she did the same. I thought that it was a type of approval, so I approached. She and I had exchanged our names and spoke to each other; but we wanted to know more. Then I saw a man approach, and she turned to him. I saw her smile with a smile so truly lovely that I knew she loved him, and that he loved her. They exchanged a kiss, but I had already disappeared. My heart had been broken once more. I grabbed all my groceries and smiled. "Have a nice day," the clerk told me. I kept quiet and went to my car. I put the groceries inside of my trunk and then moved back to my car door, opening it then sitting. "These are what my last days will be like," I heard myself say. I wept and wallowed in my sorrow.
Day 2 I woke in my room. I stared up at the ceiling, then I sprang up. I looked at my clock that showed 6:55 which indicated my lateness to an important meeting that would take place in 10 minutes. I scurried like a mouse, ripping and running as I checked every drawer for a pair of boxers, wife beater (like the one Ike wore...go figure) and socks. I explored my options in the closet, glancing at the clock that now read 7:00. "Shit!," I exclaimed loud enough for the neighbors to hear. With my selection picked, I dashed out to my car and drove faster than an angry Road Rager to my workplace. •••• I arrived in a nick of time, quickly and quietly entering the meeting room. "So kind of you to join us," said my snobbish, conceited boss. I hated her to be honest (even though she was downright gorgeous), but my mind was drifting from reality and daydreams as she continued the meeting. I dreamt of what death might feel like; if my soul would travel into the kingdom of Heaven, into the ether-fueled flames of Hell, or if none of that would even happen. I could feel it again, that cold and sinister embrace of Death. This time, though, she kissed me on my lips as if she awaited me. Which she was though. I continued that daydream though. I wondered, oh how I wondered. The meeting seemed unimportant now. I forgot I was even there until it was over with and my boss thumped my head. I did catch the " By the way, your fired," though from her crude, emotionless lips. So I was not only going to die lonely, but I was also going to die broke. Great... just what I needed. But now that I think about it, you can't do much with money when you die. Except but buy Death a black dress with matching heels. Maybe...
Day 2 Part 2 " Mr.Carson? ", said my boss once more, " Mr.Carson, I want you to leave my presence! Do you hear me? Mr.Carson!" I couldn't hear her. The prolonged thoughts of death continued to swirl in my mind like a raging whirlpool. Then I felt my head throb, and my heart race. I looked up at my boss once more. " Mr.Carson if you don't leave I'll have security toss you out! " I stumbled up to my feet, and staggered out of the meeting room. I felt the stares and sharp snickers of my once co-workers. I looked around at the traitors that now surrounded me on my exiting. "Don't you have somewhere else to be, 'Mr.Coffin'?" I stopped. I looked around for the voice. Then my heart raced even more as I stood up straight and screamed at the top of my lungs. "Im dying! Ok?! There is nothing to laugh about that! For fucks sake, let me have my peace! It's bad enough I won't be here anymore! Do any of you backstabbing bastards have any shame?!" Then, there was silence. The stares turned to watery eyes and the snickers were massacred. But I felt this sensation in my chest. I clutched my chest; I felt my breathing cut thin as if I climbed to the summit of a mountain. After that I collapsed. All I know was that I woke up in the hospital in the stiffest bed I ever layed upon. " Mr.Carson?", I saw that same doctor speak to me with the same depression expression on his face. " Mr.Carson, you cannot put that much stress on yourself. For all we know, you could have accelerated the process of your...situation." I looked down and nodded in agreement."And you have a visitor." I looked up and my eyes almost instantly flooded with tears. Because now I stood at my mother, her eyes red after crying (I would think). " Why hello my son. Glad to speak to you after 4 years."