It was five o’clock in the afternoon when his phone beeped. He didn’t even look at it.
He was done. At that point he didn’t think it was humanity possible that he would survive this. He was done for.
He knew that without anyone telling him how far gone he was.
He didn’t even look at the mirror. Anytime he passed it he didn’t look at himself.
But from his hands and legs he knew that he was pale. He had hope, great hope in his mom that she would be able to help him. Ghat she was his helper.
That somehow the fact that he had a little something against her and spoke to her a few occasions was not completely a bad idea after all.
But it didn’t help. She too couldn’t help him, somehow Michael had suspected that she was with her son. He hadn’t really told her to her face but he didn’t ge
