Chapter 2

“Piss off.” I whispered at some random blonde girl who tried to offer me a box of chocolates.

She flinched, looking embarrassed as she ran away.

I stepped inside an empty auditorium and hissed in pain. This shit is going to end me.

In no minute, I pulled my shirt over my head and looked at the purple bruises on the side of my stomach.

Motherfucker might have killed me if I didn't jump out of it. Not to forget that it costed me couple of dollars.

Applying the ointment, I wrapped a cotton bandage around my stomach and sunk into one of the seats. I lighted the cigarette and as the smoke hit my throat, I felt like throwing up. Every joint of my body aches and head feels like it's about to burst open.

It'd probably be thrid day in this week when my body's burning up in fever. I need to get blood tests done but the only fucking problem is that I don't have money left neither the time. I swear if it's typhoid or something, I'll end up k