Post by COREY DANIEL STONE on Feb 27, 2013 19:27:34 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 400px; background-image: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/ngx4hu.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius: 220px 220px 0px 0px; border: 0px solid #414141;] corey daniel stone twenty-four | 2004 | male | natural | francisco lachowski I’m dead. I’ve been dead since 2004...I can’t remember the exact date. Being in the hospital for nearly a year makes the dates all blend together. I’m not asking for your sympathy....after being fawned over and nearly drowned in tears by my relatives, sympathy is the last thing I want. I just wish my life ended a little different, ya know? Like I went out with a bang instead of going out with cancer eating my brain. Yep, that’s right. Brain cancer. I had a tumor the size of a softball sitting in the back of my brain beside my brain stem. It wasn’t fun...the nausea, and the double vision....honestly, I think I could’ve lived with that, if it wasn’t for the god awful headaches. It made me feel like my brain was about to pop out through my eyes. But, I digress. Growing up as a Stone, you were denied nothing. Basically, anything I could’ve ever wanted was handed to me on a silver platter, with gold trimmings. I had all the latest technology, the latest fashion, - as if I really cared about that though, it was my sister who loved fashion - the nicest cars. Yes, plural - cars. The reason for all these fancy things - because there always is a reason - was to keep me and my sister well behaved. We were always invited to these fancy dinners and parties, and to keep us quiet and well behaved, we were bribed with fancy and expensive things. I’ve been taught to suppress my feelings since I was five or so years old. That’s why I never show any sort of emotion, especially when around my parents. Or well....showed. I’m dead now...I keep forgetting that. I was very impassive and apathetic, trying to be as well behaved to get what I wanted from my parents. I could be quite an ass though, especially around my friends. I didn’t really have many friends...just a few guys who were just as crude as I was, and a few girls who I slept with whenever I was feeling amorous. I never had a real relationship though, which is something I do suppose I regret. I can’t exactly change anything now though, so why bother worrying about it? I would’ve gotten tired of them and cheated on them and or dumped them eventually anyways. I found out I had cancer when I was about twenty-three. I had been having major headaches and the usual symptoms of brain cancer - whatever those were, the doctors just told me that what I had been experiencing were symptoms. Anyways, I was given an MRI and then admitted to the hospital. They put me on chemo, and I lost all my hair...it fucking sucked, to be quite blunt. I loved my hair, and so did the girls who I fucked. They still slept with me though, in the hospital, because I was just that good. I’m not being cocky here, I really am fantastic. Okay, maybe I am being a little cocky, but who cares? It’s not hurting anyone. By the time I was about twenty-four, I completely forgot who I was. I didn’t remember my family or my friends. It was terrifying...well, as I look back on it, I realize it was terrifying. I had no idea what was going on back then, so it wasn’t scary. The days started to blend together, and soon I didn’t even realize where I was or remember how to talk or how to move. I had to be fed through a tube...and you don’t even wanna know how I used the bathroom. My life sucked, and after I died, I was honestly glad. Because at least now I don’t have to live like that anymore. arieee | 16 | almost seven years | pennsylvania, U.S. |
