I'll Cover You: The memoirs of Angel Dumott Schunard; Your loveable Drag Queen
The Diary of Angel Dumott Schunard and how she spent her last few days on earth.
October 24th... Angel began writing in her journal. She was told this was some way to help her cope with what all was going on in her life. The streets of New York were busy as always. She missed her drumming and the street corner where she met the love of her life. Thomas B. Collins. Angel shook her head as she continued to write.
Dear diary... Angel began to think as words started to pour from her heart. "Will I lose my dignity? Will someone care? Will I wake tomorrow from this nightmare?" Angel sung out loud as she shook her head. Angel looked down at her writings that were now on paper. She knew people would miss her, but many things were flowing through her mind. The drag queen was now out of drag for her days were slowing down and she was scared.
"I wish there was a cure to AIDS. You see, not for me but for my friends. I have always been there for them. I was the binding of the book, and they were just the loose pages held together by me. There was this one time. Where Maureen and Joanne were fighting." She smiled to herself while remembering how she stopped them from the horrible fight once again. They were on again off again life partners just like how Mimi and Roger were on again off again lovers.
It was interesting how Angel and Collins' relationship never suffered. Why you may as? Because they were found by fate from the moment Angel met him it was pure love. Nothing could separate them except for the effects of the future. Angel was going to die. Angel coughed hard as she took a tissue and wiped her mouth... "Blood..." She said and closed her eyes carefully before realizing she needed to get home soon.
Angel continued to write where she was because she felt the need to finish this entry. Slowly her memory was escaping her and she wanted someone to at least see what she was thinking during this last week of life, breath, and air. Angel was one of the most upbeat persons you would ever know, but when she was sick the drag queen tried to put up a front most of the time it worked, but not always because someone would eventually point out how she had changed.
The days were colder and Angel was thinner. Angel walked back to her loft from Life Support. Collins was off at work, and everyone else seemed to be on their merry ways not really wanting to face the days ahead of them. Right now it seemed as if Collins was the only one who cared for her. He was always beside her and helping her mainly getting from one place to the next.
"If only there was a miracle, you know a cure? For life, for living, and for love... I love my friends, but why is it that only one of them is standing beside me now? Mimi Marquez... I have to hold on for her. She needs me." Angel realized all of this was going on in her mind and she must have looked crazy because she was talking to herself.
The drag queen stopped by the Life Cafe and picked up something to eat. Not like she was going to consume it all though Collins would make her. "He's my king..." She smiled lightly to herself as she paid for her doggie platter to go. Angel continued to walk home slowly feeling even weaker then before. "It's cold out here..." She said with her teeth chattering.
Angel finally made it back to her loft after all that happened today. When she walked in the door there he was Thomas B. Collins. "Hey honey." He said noticing how weak she had gotten. "Collins, I.." Angel started to cry. He quickly went over to her side and took the food from her hands, picked her up and took her back to the bedroom to rest. "There, there.. It will be ok, just get some sleep for me?" Angel nodded and drifted off into the next morning.
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The genre varies from entry to entry so that is why it's set at general, and it goes from character to character. Yes, I know it's sad and depressing right now but it will pick up. Please let me know what you think so far, what I can fix within grammar wise. The diary entries will pick up. I had originally started writting this as a fanfic challenge but then wanted to post it on here. All comments are welcomed.
