Sick

Back then it all begins with a simple chest pressure,

Then it also affected the way I breathe during sport classes.

And soon more of that pain became numbness. I became weaker and weaker and my parents panicked so as soon as I saw a black sight , it became light, strong and painful.

I was in the hospital for some reason the doctor didn't figure out yet. My dad who is chef of the hospital knew what it was but for me he kept the secret as much as possible.

“ She has 5 months to live, if her heart isn't replaced,” they said.

The word “ heart disease” was pronounced and I came to the conclusion that my life was now the hospital.

5 months was given and it became 5 years.

Still no donor, but difficulties. I had 100 of them.

In and out of hospitals and no more running for me. The kids called me “ zombie” because i'm still alive but almost dead inside.

Mao my bff came to visit me once in a while and one day she had brought a friend called Wayne, blue hair and rebellious outfit, she was a festival, black hair and blue eyes pink lips.

Soon Wayne and I became close and some days she came alone, sometimes with a song she wanted to let me hear and played the guitar for me, her voice sounded as soft as the air and the way she enjoyed it made me enjoy it.

One day at a sunday she gave me a flower,

Each day could be the last one, but each day was the best.

Wayne also read me stories and held my hand on the sad days..don't worry Mao also came to visit but not as often as Wayne did.

Having someone caring for me like that kept me alive, but one day i had a crises and my heart had stopped doctors rushed and nurses, pushed Wayne out the door, she called my parents and they came Immediately, i nearly survived it and the fantasy i had in that room with my first love was pretty much coming to an end.

I remember I had a mask on and she promised me that she would always stay close to me no matter what.

Another crisis arrived and this time a big one, i was held in coma for about a month till i woke up again. This time I asked my parents for Wayne and they told me that Wayne couldnt handle it anymore and was gone.

Of course I couldn't accept it! The love i had for her was so big that when she left my side i wasn't sure if i could handle it, being dead was for me the only option and i started to give up.

Now the last crisis i had did it for me, the urgence of having a replaced heart was near and the hospital was tense.

My mother in tears screamed this was her punishment for doing something she shouldn't have, my parents always fought because of me.

The news of the founder donor with the perfect blood type was near. The happy family returned and were given a dosis to put me to sleep, my mother held my hand the whole time and all I could think about was Wayne.

When I woke up, the world I lived in as the old Asia was new to me, feeling different but at the same time me.

I switched my heart with someone who was willing to give it to me anonymously and to whoever that person was I'll forever be in debt to them.

I never saw Wayne again, like my parents said , she couldn't handle it anymore. But i promised myself that if i one day find her i'll tell her i don't blame her for running away.

*@mebalze : thank you for reading Realism I hope you enjoy it! Realism is there on every Friday 23:23 before bed time goodnight everyone!*

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***