“Im okay, I can handle this easy”
Or so I thought…
Despite everything being wrong.
I had to be a rock on the outside.
But everything inside screamed…
Loud…
And not good things, yet I remained calm at the surface.
Trying to show how strong I was, while destroying everything.
I was a decent teenager when shit started to hit the fan.
I had good grades while being a clown.
I was a kid playing a LOT on the street while being a nerd.
I was known by a lot yet I was picky on who I was around.
I tried to sell everything and always wanted to follow my mother footsteps on that matter while following my father by behind a badass.
And…
Shit struck the fan…
And it spilled all over the place.
We discovered an inoperable tumor on my father's brain.
Well…
The doctors did.
Literally in the middle of it.
They gave us the news raw.
“You have a few months…
Luckily…”
As you all know, Key is sneaky…
I managed to hear that.
*deadly silence in the air*
Literally…
And I got the biggest knot in my throat…
“Am I truly losing my best friend?”
Yeah…
I can say my father was my best friend.
I did everything with him.
I even invited him to go out with me and my friends, who loved him.
I will always flex on that.
Always.
In the best, couple of weeks until my father started to lose all his senses.
And reverse aged, like not knowing how to talk.
How to take care of himself.
I would even get home and see “thousands” of mug coffees around the house.
Because he didn't remember where he left it the last one.
It was hard af see a man full of life.
A man who recovered from 30 years of addiction just because I was born.
A bouncer at one of the dangerous nightclubs.
Out of the blue…
One day…
I was at the class, and my mom calls…
“Shit, no way this is happening”
I knew she didn't call me when I was in class, EVER…
I didn't even ask to go out, I went.
“Rui?” (Leak)
“Im going… Which hospital?”
I was pretty grounded on what was happening…
This is what I thought…
My routines for the literal 2 weeks (seemed like)
- I was in school until 2 pm.
I would miss any after that so I can visit my father and be with him until my mom arrived.
- I was home at midnight, we tried to sleep, and literally every fkin day…
We would go to the hospital because doctors told us we had to say goodbye…
It almost looked like they were playing with us…
But he recovered and got worst…
Every single day…
His will wanted to live.
But his body had enough.
When one day, I was actually giving him some yogurt…
And he clenches his teeth.
Rock hard.
I tried to remove the fragile plastic spoon.
And the bitch BROKE.
“Can it go wronger?” I thought…
Everything seemed to go to shit lately.
Nurses came and they were able to open.
They had to call a male doctor and they were two ladies.
Even dying the man puts up a fight.
Imagine…
He goes into a coma.
Doctors said he may never recover from it.
They could do the operation but they knew it wasn't enough.
They did it.
Unessuceful.
He remained in a coma.
I managed to remain very calm at the surface.
But…
Seeing my mom like that.
Praying every day.
Losing herself…
My mind was getting INSANE…
We then lost him…
I tried to help my mom by getting a job and contributing to our expenses.
While going to finish 12th grade.
Was getting hard af, not gonna lie…
But I still did it.
For the next 2 years, I was playing games all day.
If I was not playing I would be at some party.
Trying to pull some random girl, while drinking vodka like it was water.
Or even…
Trying to find the perfect video to jerk off to.
I was deep down in a hole…
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