A/N: This is what happens when my computer decides to fuck with me and doesn't save my stupid story.
Disclaimer: Jhonen owns the comics, I own the story.
Information: I dunno, s'from Johnny's point of view, I suppose. Doesn't sound like him, but hey, I wrote this because I wanted something to do while I mentally scream about not getting my wonderful, stupid, pathetic story saved properly. I'm tired.
There's something inside of me that's like a big…
ugly…
hideous…
lump.
In fact, in all honesty, it is a big…
ugly…
hideous…
lump.
Not that I've seen it mind you, but I've been told in more or less the same words.
I didn't know it was there, at first.
I'd been feeling weary, run down, sick, the few days before I realised it was there.
It felt like I was beginning to fill up. Like the empty, black hole inside of me was beginning to fill up.
Then I learnt it was the big
ugly
hideous
lump.
At first, I thought it was the voices.
They were filling me up.
But when the big
ugly
hideous
lump
began to surface…
Then I knew something was wrong.
Being tired, run down, sick- at first it pointed all to my insomnia. My hatred for sleep.
The thing was just above my hip. Sticking out like one of my joints, only harder and painful when I prodded it.
So I did what I didn't want to do.
I saw a doctor.
They ran a few tests, did a few things, and rang me back two days later.
The doctors call it cancer.
I call it the big
ugly
hideous
lump
that will give me only two months to live.
Fucking thing.
A/N: Toldja it didn't sound like him.