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Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

unlocked. First period was about to start and I hadn’t wanted to wait for it with all of the other kids. The last thing I needed was an awkward twenty minutes outside the school with everyone staring at me. “Are you sure you want to do this?” My mom asked for the hundredth time. “Like I said, there is no reason for me to stay home.” I said dryly as I pulled up the hood of my grey sweatshirt. I stepped out of the car and into the falling snow and rain. It was going to be a harsh winter. Fall hadn’t even ended and the ground was covered by a foot of snow and ice. I didn’t notice the cold as I walked towards the school. I was the last person inside and I quickly headed towards my first class. I was hoping to stay unnoticed, putting off the inevitable awkwardness. I stepped into the small classroom, trying to hide behind the crowds of kids getting into their seats. I sat in the back of the class where no one would see me. If I had been noticed, no one was mentioning it. The teacher began calling attendance. I became more and more tense as he approached my name. “Marcus Clive?” He asked, doubtingly. “Here.” I said. As one wave, everyone turned to me. “Ah, I had heard that you had suffered a seizure on Monday, are you alright now?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m fine. I found out that I have a new form of cancer, but I’m fine.” I said dryly as I took a pill. Everyone gasped and began muttering amongst each other. For thirty seconds, the teacher was silent. “Please, continue.” I said. I ... grimaced as my pain began to rise. I walked down the crowded halls with everyone staring at me. Every few seconds, someone would ask me a question about the disease in my brain or tell me all that lame bullshit about how I could talk to them at any time. I reached for my pills the second enough time had passed since my last one. Just as I put my hand on the cap, the sensation of being stabbed in the back of the skull with a nail bat ran through my body, sending me tumbling down to the floor and roaring in pain. People around me freaked out as I writhed on the floor, gripping my skull as the tumors on my brainstem all sent a particularly strong tremor through my nerves . Within several seconds, it was over. I lay on the floor in a cold sweat, slowly trying to get up. I raised my head and coughed up a mouthful of blood onto the floor. The stress of my constant pain, coupled with my seizures had ruptured an artery or vein somewhere. People tried to help me up but I waved them away. I took another pill and ignored the voices of everyone as I walked away with a limp. It was lunch and I was sitting where I always sat. Against the wall of the cafeteria was a set of folded bleachers where students could sit during lunch if they didn’t want to be at a table. As always, I was by myself, but that was because I was compelled to be. I sighed as another girl came up to me and said that if I ever wanted to talk, I could talk to her. ‘You’re only saying that because of my cancer. If I didn’t have ...