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Arceus64

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Side Effects - A small story

This is a small story I made. I would like to share with you. I hope you enjoy it.

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Day 1:

Morning:
It's getting cold. Good thing I'm not out. I haven't any idea why it would get this cold at this time of year, usually it's pretty warm here. I'm not sure if it's still snowing, but I don't need to know. I don't plan on leaving out for a while.
Afternoon:
I can't stand being in here anymore. I need out. I've already gone through every kind of thing I could ever do, besides reading. But I won't resort to that. I just need some fresh air. It never hurt anyone.

Day 2:

Morning:
Will this $@&% weather ever warm up?! For it being April, 30 degrees seems really ridiculous. But maybe it's only ridiculous here. I would be typing more if I didn't have to go sneeze every ten minutes.
Night:
It's getting worse, so I'm taking medicine now. If I had medicine. But I'm not going to the store now. It's for my sickness, of course. But going outside in these conditions would be insane.

Day 3:

Midnight:
Forget it. I need it NOW. I'm going out.
Morning:
I'm so tired, I feel I can't even move. When I try to get up, it's like a rope is endlessly pulling me back in bed, and it pulls my legs around preventing me from any sleep. I guess today I'll just watch the snow fall.
Afternoon:
It's the soup that forces me out. Not the homemade kind, just the cheap canned soup. But I still need it. It's like it's saying "Matthew, come out and be with me, just please...". I don't resist. The gaping hole that is my stomach needs something badly. So I warm it up. It's bitter, but better than nothing.  
Night:
Now I know I'm better enough, because I can hear the doorbell ring. More medicine has arrived for me. Time for my nights taking.
Day 4:

Morning:
I feel so great when I wake up I begin puking all over. Maybe not so great. I drag myself to the sink, and my face is yellow and weak. Was this a side effect? Must have been. Can't think of anything else.
Night:
Still feeling awful, and I haven't eaten anything, save for two crackers and a 7-Up. What I can't do limits me to reading. It's awful. But relaxing. Kind of like my life since Julie left. Shambled but OK.

Day 5:

Morning:
Wish I hadn't woke up. I turn on my channel. News, like always. Depressing but useful. Like the main story. Complete recall on the medicine. My medicine. Linked to so much pain and agony. Deaths all around. I can't process that. Not after me having so much doses. Is this why I feel bad? Of course it is. But to kill me? Not now, not ever. My strength must overpower.
Afternoon:
Now I'm having sores and bleeding. Wish I could call Dad. He's far gone. Maybe Mother? No, she's dying already, don't want her to suffer even more with this. The snow has wiped out any means of calling family and friends. If I need to call anyone, I'll do it after my nap.
Night:
The power's out. I'm the biggest idiot in the world. How did I not think the power would go out? With all this snow? To take a nap, nonetheless. No generator. No lights. No electricity. No heat. It's gonna be a hard night. It's a shame the one thing I really want, the medicine, is also the one thing that will kill me. Wish I could call for help. Too late now.

Day 6:

Morning:
I wake up with a sledgehammer pounding my stomach. From there I lie in bed with a car crushing me making it impossible to move. I wonder what would've happened had I not been on vacation from work. If I was sick, likely my boss would've been suspicious and at least had someone try to find me. But now while they all envy me, I'm begging for survival. I find strength to get up. Each step drills holes into my stomach. Cereal does little to help.
Afternoon:
The sores have evolved into flesh-eating beasts tearing me appear. I scream over and over again, hoping someone will hear me. But no one will. I guess this is the disadvantage of living far from your closest neighbor. Maybe they would have knocked on my door and gotten me help. I check the windows to see three feet of snow. Even that wouldn't have helped.

Day 7:

Morning:
As I wake to the normal screams that kept me up most of the night, I have the sudden urge to read. Anything. I start with the first book and go down. Each book contains its own brilliant world inside, with life teeming in each page. It's better than any kind of remedy I've had this far.
Afternoon:
Still in my bed, the pain is at its peak. The blood, the vomit, the burns, the flesh holes, the screams are killing me slowly.

I think about Julie, out in the war. How she loved the times on the beach, the parties, the moments. How she wants to come back so she can see me again and we can start a family. But it's fading.

I look out the window and see the beautiful snow everywhere. It covers like a thick sheet. Like my blanket.
And I remember the times me and my family spent together, the times we spent, the fun we had. I remember when Dad told me before he died "We'll be gone for now, but we'll never be forever apart...".

I now understand what that means.
I'm coming Dad.

Deetz

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Re: Side Effects - A small story

Beatuiful

But one thing, if the power went out, how is he typing? A typewriter?

Arceus64

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Re: Side Effects - A small story

Thank you so much!
He wasn't really typing throughout the story, he only mentions it since he's hopelessly addicted to a forum. The typewriter idea is interesting, however.

Deetz

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Re: Side Effects - A small story

It would be a good way to waste time before he starts.... dying...

Arceus64

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Re: Side Effects - A small story

I suppose it would be. Hopefully he wouldn't get the type-writer infected, wouldn't want Julie to suffer as well, now would we?

skullz17

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Re: Side Effects - A small story

Nice short story

I like how it's more about feelings and emotions rather than scenery. It also doesn't tell you everything, making the reader wonder and keep interested.

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thx for sig bobithan

Arceus64

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Re: Side Effects - A small story

Thanks skullz

That's what I was trying to go for in this one, glad to hear you liked it!