And that's the last thing he told me...
I'm currently in a hospital bed, trying to recover but reminiscing about my former friends of which I have none left. Years spent on projects that went nowhere, years of work just to cover my family, years of mistreatment.
I just don't want to leave. I want to know why they left me. What have I done? Tell me and I'll fix it. But I think the more I think, the only way I'll get out of this hospital is in a body bag.
Squidster491
Are you okay? What happened?
Mazooe
I'm sad, alone, sick and can't get out of bed (well it's a hospital bed, I think that's the point) and I miss my friends, I miss when drawing was something of a hobby, natural and fluid. Not a chore. But I guess those days are gone for good.