For 5 years... Hospital to hospital... More and more surgeries... Around the world I was going... My family was not looking to my eye... I was called It instead of anything else human or anything refers to their son... And I deserved it until my last fiber.
Every people I got to know in the hospitals died. Yet I was alive. The man, who should have died... The sinner... The antagonist of any story... Why? Why am I alive? Atonement? To make my family suffer even more? It is not fair...
Even if at a point they loved me, now I am just an object. 5 long years, ups and downs, miracle medicines and surgeries... But nothing. They now at most say a hm and give me my medicines and food rations... I am like a plant they bought, but needs more water and not even beautiful...
On a day I said no more. Called in my mom and dad and said I sit up, go to a room, write the finals, go to a mediocre university and go as far as they can not see me, because I know I made their life hell or worse.
Looking at my legs or waist, my father said, it is a deal, but no parent hates their children at the end just so I know.
In a podcast or whatever then came an interview, how the miracle kid with a terminal illness wrote the finals and got into university. Of course the interview did not say anything about drugs and my former life...
Then I talked to my parents, to ease the distance between us and said, that I hate, that they have not asked about the truth and I am really sorry and do anything within my ability to give them back the years before I became a monster.
Yeah, at that point my father looked in my eyes and said, that do your best then, just go far.
Yeah... I sat up and started walking.
It could not be called that, because in 50 cm thr IV fell out my arm and I fell. Then I scrammed, after my legs and arms did not move I started moving with my teeth. It was painful if I say so myself...
But it had the effect.
Then they understood, that I really would die for them. They saw how my teeth broke and I still wanted to move. It is not fair, but that was enough for them, that little performance or anything to understand, that the time I got from them, I want to give them back. And I mean it.
Just side note I needed new teeth, what was going on their bill, what makes me feel bad, but it is a small price for this.