Sitting on my study table, I continue to prepare for a math test. It's been 5 hours but there is more than half left. I am so tense right now but hopefully; I will be able to prepare most of the shit. Suddenly, I feel immense pain in my chest as I hold it tight. I realize it's on the left....my heart? Why does my heart hurt? I don't know what is going on. My heart has been hurting badly for 3 months. It's rare but whenever it occurs, I can't do anything else but hold it tightly. Nothing stops the pain though; I just pursue my lips to not hiss or make a sound. I don't think it's a big deal and I just don't feel comfortable sharing any of my problems with my family. Honestly, sharing anything at all. I sigh and wait for the pain to dissipate. It takes 3 or 4 minutes and then I resume my work. I need to get good grades on this test. Good grades.
IN THE MORNING
I yawn and feel a weird type of pain in my body. It's like, I don't have any strength at all. I feel bad, I really do. I never admit to feeling bad until I know that it is bad as shit. Anyhow I get up and proceed to freshen up to change into my uniform. I didn't study like my life depended on it only to not go to school and skip the test though that's exactly what my mind and heart are telling me to do. Not listening to either of them, I go to the bathroom.
"I am not hungry," I reply to my father who as usual asked me to do my breakfast. I am in the kitchen to get water so I can take my vitamins and then go to the bus stop.
"You are not going to school then. Do your breakfast. Eat any of these." He says with a stern tone motioning to the table. I sigh and reluctantly agree because I have no energy to even speak right now. I feel weak. Taking half slice of bread I just dip it in the tea and eat it. I am about to get up when suddenly I feel my head bursting with pain. I almost feel dizzy. So, I wait for a few seconds before getting up again. I don't how no one notices my shitty self because I am not even hiding how I am feeling right now. Because I simply cannot mask it. Before, I always hid how I am feeling but right now though I want to it's too much and I am not able to. It angers me how no one gives a damn, how none of them notice at all. With a chuckle, I slung my bag across my shoulders and leave the house with my shitty health.
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