Day Two. 8.27am.
His chest hurt when he inhaled. "Must be the smoking." He couldn't take too much of a deep breath without wanting to cough. "Must be pulling all the filters out." He'd bend his cigarette filters and tear them out of his smokes so he inhaled unfiltered carcinogens and tobacco. "Why kid yourself?" He figured if they were killing him, he'd give them a head start.
It was his birthday tomorrow. When he was a kid, he'd be surrounded by friends and family, cakes and jokes, gifts and hugs and nice clothes. He was a star. A three feet tall star with endless potential and a love for fantasy. He'd tell jokes about golf and lightning and God and it made lawyers laugh.
He doubts that he will even see anyone tomorrow. He doesn't see too many people these days and spends most of his time in his room in hiding. A few times a week Sally might call him for lunch and it gave him an excuse to wash his face and brush his teeth and eat. If she didn't drag him out of the house to whine about her boyfriends while they ate, he would probably eat nothing.
She has no idea that all her complaining was inadvertently keeping him alive. He wasn't sure how much more weight he'd lose once she leaves the country next month. Probably all of it. Again. It wasn't the first time he's been neglected, but hopefully, it will be his last.
His chest hurt when he inhaled. "Must be the smoking." He couldn't take too much of a deep breath without wanting to cough. "Must be pulling all the filters out." He'd bend his cigarette filters and tear them out of his smokes so he inhaled unfiltered carcinogens and tobacco. "Why kid yourself?" He figured if they were killing him, he'd give them a head start.
It was his birthday tomorrow. When he was a kid, he'd be surrounded by friends and family, cakes and jokes, gifts and hugs and nice clothes. He was a star. A three feet tall star with endless potential and a love for fantasy. He'd tell jokes about golf and lightning and God and it made lawyers laugh.
He doubts that he will even see anyone tomorrow. He doesn't see too many people these days and spends most of his time in his room in hiding. A few times a week Sally might call him for lunch and it gave him an excuse to wash his face and brush his teeth and eat. If she didn't drag him out of the house to whine about her boyfriends while they ate, he would probably eat nothing.
She has no idea that all her complaining was inadvertently keeping him alive. He wasn't sure how much more weight he'd lose once she leaves the country next month. Probably all of it. Again. It wasn't the first time he's been neglected, but hopefully, it will be his last.