40 The 1 million special (Not really)

(Read this please so you understand)

Hi. This is the author speaking. I know that you're probably expecting a one million special. But I just can't write it.

As I am writing this. I am coughing my ass off. My throat burns. My head hurts. My nose is semi-blocked up. Everything moves slower.

I tested and thankfully I am Covid free. A

Oh shit I just coughed again. You're probably very disappointed right now but don't be. Once I get better I'll post a chapter soon. Which should take about a week.

Some people that are reading this are probably like "What the fuck. I thought we were getting a chapter. Bad book! Bad book! Author should care about his fans more! "

....

To those who are saying this i hope you burn in hell. That's like indirectly saying" I hope you die. " to my face.

I just coughed again. My head hurts even more.

To those who think tagt this is acting. Fuck you too.

I should care about my health first. The success can come later.

Ah shit I think I'm going to puke out something...

And also RIP Technoblade. Bro was a legend at Minecraft.

Update....

This happened twenty minutes ago. I think my condition is getting worse and worse. I just coughed saliva into my mask. Straight up. It felt like someone punched me in the face. I then coughed some more.

Then my little brother, who was sitting on the baby highchair dropped his toy and asked me to pick it up.

I just coughed consistently while writing this again. My throat feels even more painful now. I just coughed again.

Anyways, I then went and picked it up, then suddenly I coughed... hard. I don't know what happened there. I was crouching down on the ground picking it up then I coughed hard.

But my mom doesn't care. She just shouted at me for being overdramatic. I then shouted back saying

"IT'S PAINFULLLLLLLLL!!" Yep. I got mad. It's not the first time I got mad at my mom. I get mad at her everyday. She doesn't care for me.

You might think that's tough love. But it's not.

Because a few minutes later. She shouted at me

"You're faking it! It's not that serious!" She shouted. WOW! So I'm faking my sickness. I literally feel like I'm dying!

I don't want to be dramatic. I don't ever want to be dramatic. But she just angers me so much.

"IT'S NOT FAKEEEEE!!!" I shouted back.

I'm not giving anymore details as I am getting very angry writing this.

You might be saying, "oh she's your mother she carried you for nine months and taken care of you for 14 years."

But I have a question to ask back. What kind of mother tells his child to go outside and die when he's sick as fuck and is in pain.

My grandparents have taught me more about life and society than you. What have you taught me? How to cuss? How to be useless?

I guess this chapter is for me to vent out my anger on things going on in my life.

(A new day)

My mother threw a hard object at me. My kneecaps and little thigh hurts now. She then picked up the same object and threw it at my upper arm. I threw the object away before she could do more damage. She then started punching me in the same spot.

I want to hit back. I can hit back. It's in my rights. I know I hit hard. But I just can't. Why? Juvenile. They won't believe a 14 year old teenager. She'll just fake cry or something to make the judges and jury pity her.

"If you die that's a good thing."

"You're not my son! You're just the same as your father!"

Fucking asshole.

" I hope you die! "

(Pls don't pity the author. He'll deal with this problem himself. Even if he has to suffer)