Chapter 2: Happy Birthday To Me

Scheming through these tv shows of how their lives were changed with a few decisions. It made me feel even more awful about my situation. I mean, did I even have the choice to choose whether or not my father and mother would die? Did I choose to born in a family where the relatives are jerks? Did I choose to be born with heart disease? No. So having these people just flaunt off and boast about their wealth hits me in the wrong spots.

I laid back my neck, adjusting it so that I would feel comfortable to look above. I focused on a show with an attractive woman being interviewed by a man in a black suit. She was thin, gorgeous and eye turning, and a body with curves too generous to ignore. Her entire presence was captivating and alluring.

"So how did you start off in this business, Miss Cha. Was it hard for you to become an idol at the young age of 19?" The interview asked her, making her smile before answering.

19? She's also the same age as me and she already has that big of a success? She must really be that popular and talented.

"Well. Of course, starting off at anything is very hard. I mean I started training at 14 before I made my debut at the age of 18. I took lessons and got into an agency faster than anyone ever in the group of trainees. So it was tough for me, but I knew that it was my dream to be a star the moment I was born. Seeing those people on the red carpet, it lit a fire into me that it's what I want to be." She answered the host, making everyone clap and cheer at her answer.

"Oh! You're watching about Lisa Cha?" A voice surprises me in the corner. I turn to look to see that it was one of the candy strippers carrying my dinner for tonight. The cheeky girl places the tray of food on the table and turns to smile at me. "Are you a fan of Sugar Time as well?" She enthusiastically asked me.

"Sugar Time? What's that? I'm sorry but I haven't exactly heard about the name Sugar Time before. It seems like you're mistaken." I responded, denying her comment.

"The T.V show right now is featuring Lisa Cha. One of the members of the famous idol group, Sugar Time. I'm such a big fan of their songs so I can't help but chime in unintended like that to you sorry." She apologized, looking ditzy as ever.

"No.. it's fine. I don't particularly mind. Not like I had anything interesting to do anyway." I responded, telling her that it was alright to disturb me.

"By the way, Happy birthday. It's not much but here. You can have this." She hands me a pendant shaped with a black circular gem. The crystal was pure black as if it's devoid of any color whatsoever. It almost reminds me of a mood ring that's dead.

"Oh? Thank you... though why give me this though?" I take the pendant and place it to the side of the bed.

"I just wanted to give it to you as a present!. That's all, I found it in an antique shop and I thought it'd fit you very well so I bought it." She cheerfully giggled.

She bought a pendant that is very dark because she thinks it fits me? Doesn't that mean she thinks my soul is dark or something? Well, I don't know, I guess I should just be thankful for the gift, not like I received anything for my birthday anyway.

"By the way, did your family came to visit today for your birthday? What do you guys usually do when you have birthdays like these when you aren't in the hospital?" She grinned from ear to ear, asking questions in an attempt to cheer me up but of course, I always had a pessimistic answer to say.

"They didn't visit. My mother and my father are both dead and the relatives that are alive wish me to die as well. So of course they wouldn't exactly come to me to greet me a happy birthday or anything, they honestly just want to erase me from their memory if they could." I responded, making the whole aura depressing and sad. So that's why she thinks my soul is dark.

"Um.. oh my.. I'm so sorry to hear that. Sorry for asking too. I think it might have been a very touchy subject." She apologized, bowing her head to me. "But look in the bright side! Once you get out of this hospital, you'll be able to make friends, meet someone you'll like, and then you guys can have your own birthday parties. I mean I don't even invite my family members to my parties." She chuckled.

"I'm not going out of this hospital bed ever," I replied. "In fact, I'm actually set to die here. So, there's really never going to be a chance for me to make friends or find someone that I'll love at this point."

"Wha.. why?" Her expression turned into a frown.

"I'm currently suffering from a very serious heart disease that will kill me in a year. I don't think that I'll even have another birthday from what the doctors told me. So I might as well die in this hospital bed alone."

After I told her my situation, she finally stopped trying to cheer me up. It's as if I already popped all her bubbles of positivity, making her apologize and leave the room immediately, feeling defeated and disappointed that she wasn't able to make me happy. "It's not your fault by the way! Thank you for trying to cheer me up! I appreciate it!" I shouted as she ran out of the room with an embarrassed look on her face.

I then fixed my hair, and turn off the T.V as the noise of the commercials were already getting annoying to bear. I rise up from my bed and grab the food that she left on the table along with the pendant. I guess it's time to eat. Happy Birthday to me.