He felt like his body was on fire. It wasn’t something he wasn’t familiar with but every time it got more and more painful to bear. He held his stomach, curled in under his duvet and held his eyes shut tight.
He was crying and biting his pillow to hold in the painful sobs. He was called weak for whining about the pain so he didn’t bother to tell the sister.
They had been taking care of him for a very long time. He was a baby when he lost his parents and after that, they had taken care of him.
They had taken him to the doctor and concerned with every doctor they could to ask about his condition and the pain he faced every month but nobody knew what was going on with him. His health started declining just when he hit 18.
The doctors said he had maximum of 4 years to live which was a very vague estimation but he has already lived 2 years of his 4 years life.
He had accepted his fate. He knew he wouldn’t survive long enough to even complete these four years.
There was no medicine for his pain because his health sure was deteriorating but not knowing the cause of it made doctors confused as to what medicine to give him for his pain.
All he wanted was to know who he was and why was he different from others before sleeping under the layer of mud forever!
“Hey, you alright?” He heard a voice. He didn’t know who it was because he was under the duvet. But before he could open his mouth to answer or get the time to remove his duvet, he heard another voice.
“Yeah… I’m just going to use the loo.” The other boy answered the previous boy’s question which made him realize that the question wasn’t directed to him but to the boy who was out of his bed for the bathroom.
“Just wanna die soon.” He mumbled under his breath, answering the question even though it wasn’t directed to him.