Augustus Monologue

I stare into a black void of stars and the moon. Still undecided to lay perfectly still or stand up and move, but I don’t. I'm in pain not because of my cancer or the fact that were all dying some faster than others. But the fact that Augustus is still gone and isn't coming back. I know that he's been gone for 3 years. But if I were to die in the next hour he would be my would be my first and last thought. I've been slowly sinking into a deeper hole of depression. I feel liberosis against the world. That nobody cares anymore, Gus was the only thing that made me feel wanted and needed in life. I lay still on the area where the swing set would be. The tears stream down my face and I open my eyes. I hope that one day I open my eyes to see Gus

I walk away, I don't want talk. I'm depressed, depression is a side effect of dying, but I didn't die it was Gus. Isaac and I are still good friends. We talk, I would say we see each other often. But I think that's making fun of his disability. I've moved on from An Imperial Affliction. But apparently Gus had made on impact Peter Van Houten. In 2020 he supposedly releases the sequel to An Imperial Affliction. It’s 12:30, I need sleep but I can’. After everything, I realize that I’m still dying. I’m going to miss Gus, but I didn’t realize that I’m not the only one. He wasn’t my child and I waste his parent. The pain and grief that they must be facing hit and I broke down…...again. I’ve cried 3 times today and on the lucky odd day I won't squint a tear. I look up at my roof and fall asleep into a coma of dreams. I wake up to a bitter taste in my mouth, I kick my legs to throw the blanket covering me off the bed. I sit up and look to see what time it is, its seven in the morning. I decide it’s time to get up, I climb out of bed with my legs at a slant so I don’t hit my laptop that’s open on the ground. I’m worn-out but just my luck I have to go to the hospital today. I grab Philip and head down stairs.
“morning” I said just loud enough so they could hear.
“Good morning” dad said with life “so you find any apartments

“I think it’s just blood work” I say pulling up to the underground parking lot, the lady in the booth asks us to pay twelve dollars to park below. I reach into to my bag on the right of me, and pull out a twenty and get eight back. We go down the ramp and into parking stall nine. We get out and head toward the elevator. My tank trails just an inch away from my feet. My mother, me and a man in a suit step into the elevator.
The next bit was oblivious, now I’m sitting in a chair getting poked and prodded. We leave just around one-thirty, are next plan is to check out this apartment. Sure enough it takes roughly about forty-five minutes. We turn left onto a road with cars passing bye and stores and building complex’s. We then turn right on to woodland road, there was a cute little boutique and shoe shop at corner. There was willow tree’s dropping over the road, quite a few cherry blossom trees were in people’s yard. The gust of wind blew the flowers off the tree and onto the road.
“well isn’t this cute” mom said with a sympathetic