Boys and Girls Ultimate: State Championships
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The Truly Lonely
The sun was brighter than it had been in a while in Houston. But, this didn’t mean anything to Charlie. He knew that his routine would still be the same. His arm throbbed as he massaged the swelling. Nothing could make him happy about waking up in the morning. At about 9am, he left for the school. As he walked into the classroom, the terror began. His students were starting at him with a grin on his face. An array of chuckles swept across the room.
“Hey Dumbo, I see you’re hear late today,” said his students.
Everyone in the room laughed and threw a piece of paper at him. He turned his face to dodge it, but was so tired that he couldn’t succeed. After the paper fell to the ground, he reached to pick it up, but was to exhausted to do so. Then, he said something in a faint voice.
“If only they knew my circumstance, if only they knew how much I loved them and longed for a child of my own,” whispered Charlie. “Turn your books to page 50.”
“Yeah, right,” said a majority of students. All but one member of the class rose up and left the classroom. Tears appeared on Charlie’s face.
“Are you okay sir,” said the remaining student, Lisa.
“I will be,” said Charlie.
Later that day, Charlie entered the hospital.
“Mr. Reed, the doctor will see you now for your Testicular disease.”
Charlie entered the examining room.
“Hello buddy, let me check you out,” said the doctor.
The doctor stuck the needle in Charlie’s arm. His face grew pale as the blood was collected. He let out a gasp. As a result, Charlie looked down at the needle. He was shocked to see blue blood, as this had never been an effect of his disease. The doctor ran in fear. Suddenly, Charlie face turned red. His hair fell out and he grew weak. The doctor returned with a protective face-mask on.
“Get this man to a chemical vat,” screamed the doctor.
A group of nurses came in and grabbed Charlie. They threw him onto the gurney and wheeled him away. A few hours later, Charlie was released from the hospital. He was given a ride home by one of the nurses. After arriving, he found himself being greeted by his student Lisa.
“Lisa, what are you doing outside of my front door,” said Charlie.
“I just wanted to check on you sir,” said Lisa. “My friends were very awful to you. They put gasoline on those pieces of paper that they threw at you.”
“What,” screamed a still tired Charlie. “Why didn’t you say that sooner?”
“I didn’t have the chance to.”
Charlie became more coherent with reality as he remembered his condition. Not only did he have an unknown disease that interfered with his ability to have children, but he also had always been allergic to gasoline. He remembered that if he were to have a reaction to it once more, combined with the effects of the reproductive disease, he would explode in two days. Thus, he had only one day left to live.
“Lisa, I can’t talk right now.”
He slammed the door in her face and walked up to his bedroom. He looked in the mirror and touched his reflection before getting into bed. He lay in bed with his eyes open.
“What will I do,” he whispered. “I have no choice.”
His tear duct felt like it needed to cry, but that was far too strenuous, given his condition. So, he just lay there gazing at the darkness. The next morning, a knock was at the door. It was Lisa. She broke the door open and searched for Charlie.
“Mr. Reed, where are you?”
She ran up to the bedroom and found nothing but a stain of blood on his sheets.
“Daddy, where are you,” she cried. “Now you will never know the truth.”
She dropped to the ground before his bloody bed and cried until the floor was soaked with her tears.