/jp/ - Otaku Culture

[Anonymous No.]

I sit on the bed, staring at the wall in front of me.
"So, how are you doing today?" I ask her, not moving my head one inch. The wallpaper is starting to fall apart...
"What do you mean how I'm doing?" she answers me with a question. I feel her standing on the bed.
"You know... how is your head doing..." I mutter the last part. It really is hard to accept that she is really getting worse every day.
A long silence.
"Well..." She finally answers "I hear it's amazing when the famous purple stuffed worm in flap-jaw space with the tuning fork does a raw blink on Hara-kiri rock."
I turn to look at her. She has a big grin in her face, and her hand is slowly crawling towards a pillow.
"I need scissors!" she says with a smile, grabbing a pillow by the edge.
"Sixty-augh!" I don't let her finish, and attack her before she does. As I wallop her with the other pillow, she tries her best to defend herself while laughing histerically.
"Ok, ok, enough, I give up" She says, droping her weapon, and lying down in the mattress. I fall besides her.
We just look to the ceiling for a while, with only the sound of our gasping breathing.
"I'm on a good day" She finally says. I turn my head towards her, she's not moving her eyes from the ceiling, avoiding my gaze. "But it feels like it won't be long enough, you know?" She turns to look at me with fearful eyes.