1 Prologue

My name is Osiris and I'm slowly dying, I'm laying in a hospital bed thinking of all the things l wanted to do that will never happen.

melancholy fills the atmosphere as my foster parents and baby sister cry beside me, and surprisingly even while thinking of my past and my bright future I felt relaxed.

As time passes I asked the nurses to stop allowing visitors for me. Even though they wont admit it, seeing me like this is killing my family mentally. Call me selfish I don't think I can handle seeing them crying for another day. As my time appointment it's end i find myself reminiscing more often.

For as long as I can remember I've been the center of attention, constant reminders of how special, smart, talented, and handsome I was. However, it wasn't until I moved from my home in Egypt (Alexandria) that I would understand exactly how special I was.

I was 12 when I moved to New York and attended an actual school for the first time. I adjusted quickly and time passed in the blink of the eye. Soon it was my 18th birthday. life was looking good, I was in a great relationship with a beautiful woman named Tiana, I had scholarships lined up and i was also an aspiring entrepreneur like my father.

I still remember it clearly one day after football practice I felt a pain in my chest, it wasn't normal but I brushed it off since it was gone in five minutes. As time went on it was happening more frequently but even after multiple visits to the doctor, they couldn't figure out what was wrong.

I was prescribed a few pain pills and was told that I'd be fine, for a short time it helped and my life was back to normal like nothing happened and then suddenly while I was helping my mother clean I felt nauseous and passed out. I woke up my eyes were glued shut and I could barely move, it doesn't take much to guess where i was but why am i here?

Allowing my body to process the sudden changes i sat quietly listening to the noise around me. About 10 minutes later a nurse entered the hospital room i was in, after noticing i was up she began panicking. Stuttering as she left to get the doctor I grew more nervous. A couple hours later i found out apparently I've been in a coma for two weeks. A few mandatory check ups later i call my mom after a lot of tears and reassurance she came to visit with the rest of the family.

This happy moment was ruined once the doctor delivered news of a cancer that was lying dormant in my body. Even with the news I had hope since it was curable. My parents made sure i got the best treatment possible and all was well.. until it wasn't. After a few weeks supposedly cancer free i started feeling the same pain as before. Worried i ran from doctor to doctor but there was nothing wrong in fact i was perfectly healthy.

But the night of my championship game my school's team was down 3 points with 17 seconds left. I was benched since my coach put my health above my desire to play , but looking at my teammates who were dedicated to win giving up i needed to help. One play was all we had time lying to my coach wasnt easy but i had to, we placed our last hope on a hail mary play with me being quarterback. Time moving in slow motion as the ball was snapped and I caught it, seeing the play develop as my offensive line fought with all their heart was like a movie. As i watched I noticed our star receiver Xavier had created enough space between him and the defender guarding him, I launched the ball in his direction with all of my strength and just like he was famous for he did the impossible.

In a fit of rage two linemen from the other team started a fight, i tried to help but all I remember was everything going black. And now here we are, after finishing my thoughts i fell asleep without knowing unexpectedly instead of lucid dreaming as always I end up in a dark room with a single bright light walking around endlessly. My nurse woke me abruptly apparently id been sleeping for 16 hours and my body temperature was rising again. Going through the same repetitive process was tiring but Necessary.

Three days later I feel my body gradually becoming weaker knowing it might be my last time i call and ask for my family to visit. It was already late when conversations ended and i was done assuring them ill be fine they left, before I could let sleep settle in i heard footsteps close to me as my doctor walked in holding a short needle.

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