Letter: 28

" Sir you cant fall asleep in here? ", a man said. I looked up and saw a bartender with a handlebar mustache. " Sorry, I just got the worst news of my life! ", I told him.

I almost broke down in that moment. The man's tone began to shift. " What happened, sir? ", the bartender asked in serenity. I danced my finger on my empty glass and spilled out everything to the bartender.

" I-I don't want to die! I-I g-got so much to live for? There is still stuff I want to know, god damn it! ", I cried to the bartender. I began to grab the bartender's apron and pulled him closer.

" I only got a couple weeks til cancer takes me! I've just been wasting away my life in a deep depression. Actually no, I wouldn't call it depression more life emotionless and in a zombie-like stake. ", I squeed the bartender's apron tighter.

" Hey, calm down man! ", the bartender assured. I calmed down just a bit and saw the tears drop and ripple onto a tear puddle. I let go of the man's apron and put my head down. " I know it must be shitty what you're going through man! ", The bartender said. " But if I were you and found out I had only days left to live, I would do everything and learn everything I would want to know in that short amount of time. ".

I shook my head at the bartender. " I want to experience the beauty of life! what it's like growing old! I want to get married! I want to have a family! I always dreamt of telling me and my friend's stories to our children, about how we were cool superheros that saved the world from bad guys! I want just to live the rest of my life peacefully and not coughing blood into my hand! "

The bartender began rubbing my back as I continued to break down on that table. " I should go. " I told the bartender. " After all-

*cough* *cough*

I looked down at my hands that were covered in blood. I couldn't stop coughing. I tried to start walking but I immediately got on my knees. I heard ringin coming from my ears. I felt like I was gonna die in that moment.

" Fuck! I'll call 911! " the bartender yelled.

That was the last thing I heard before I blacked out. When I opened my eyes, I was in a hospital room in so much pain.

" Eric? "

"Eric? "

" Are you seriously sleeping in my class? ", The teacher yelled at me. I opened my mucus covered eyes and yawned. " I'm sorry, Ms. Bitchel. ", I apologized to her. Everyone just looked at me like I was a slacker.

Suddenly, a familiar face entered the room. " Sorry, Ms. Bitchell, I'm a bit late! ", the person said.

It was the jogger.

" You're always late ,Lacy! ", Ms Bitchell scolded. " Keep this up and you're getting summer school. The jogger didn't even hear the teachers comment and just took a seat.

Lacy? Huh…