Chapter 1 - Love Hurts

"Ay you should me meet under the tree for secret reasons :)

-Iwanakaoaon-chan

P.S ILOVEYOU (oops)"

The simple note lies in my hand as I ponder over what she could want. This seemed surreal - could this possibly be a confession? Although I didn't want to keep my hopes up, I don't dismiss the fact.

As I trudge through the impassable blizzard that apparently was judged as good weather by this girl, I eventually make her out, shivering from the cold around her. I eventually make it to her and smile widely as I patiently gather pneumonia while awaiting for a reason.

She hesitates (although that could've been her shivering and being unable to speak due to her teeth chittering from the cold), and says the words "I love you" to me.

I practically melted - my heart skips a beat in joy! Oh shit, wait, that ain't no ordinary skip. Oh fu-

And my thoughts are left hanging as I pass out in the snow, slowly sinking into the soft, silky substance. My eyes close as I see the girl panicking.

I feel my body awake from a deep slumber. My eyes don't want to open yet, so I settle to my other senses to detect what is going on around me. It smells unnaturally clean, and of chemicals. I sense I am lying down, and I also feel multiple things...poking me.

As I begin to creep out, I open my eyes and see white everywhere. This is it, I died. Apparently the universe hates me so much that it decided to kill me when a girl finally liked me.

Bummed, I decided to check out this "heaven" I have ascended to. But as I move myself up a bit, I realize that I am in fact in a hospital, and have not joined the dead. As I rejoice in the happiness of the living, I get bummed once again as I realize that I was incapacitated when love finally happened to me. Bummer.

I wait patiently as I see the doctor enter in his white uniform, through the white door, along with a white piece of paper. As I dwell on the fact that all printer paper is white, the doctor catches my attention.

"Yo boy your heart got fucked up good. You gonna stay for a long ass time!" he says in a cheeky smile, where he then proceeds to leave.

Well, so much for school. I recline back down and decide to nap.

===4 months later===

I wake up, feeling as if a large deal of time passed in a few sentences in some crappy story.

I hear the door click open, and watch as my doctor walks in followed by my parents. He seems happier than usual, which is actually quite alarming, due to the fact that his smile reaches up to his eyes.

My parents have a pretty indifferent look on their face, almost as if they are bored with the whole situation.

Confused, I patiently await their words.

"Heyo, it's been like three months yo and you good now! By the way, you got arrhythmia and your heart is now fucked up real good. You'll need these 300 different types of medicine so you don't die. Have funnnn!" the doctor explains as his voice trails off while he leaves the room.

I stare at my parents and wait to see if they will say anything.

"Ey cripple, we hate you now, so go to this weird school for the disabled here you go bye!" and they proceed to toss a brochure of this school called "Yamako - School for the Disabled". Wow, how depressing. I watch as they leave, with a specific finger pointing straight up, yet making me feel that somehow it was meant for me. Well, so much for my old life.

After my doctor pops his head in to make sure my parents left the room, he enters with a grand look on his face.

"You're free!" he exclaims as he pulls out every single tube and needle connecting to me out of my body, grabbing a hold of the chair I am lying down on, and lifts it up. I end up falling down on the floor, head-first, and consequently passing out.