Chapter 6
The fifth farewell diary to the world.
February 13, 2024.
After being rescued for three days and nights, I finally woke up.
Looking at Celeste, who had a tired face, I was crushed.
I reached out and pulled out the needle for the intravenous drip, blood splattering all over the bed.
It stood out on the white bed sheet.
I shouted at Celeste, “Why did you save me? Why am I not dead yet? Let me die.”
Celeste anxiously pressed the call button.
I smashed the camera with a pillow.
I scratched my face randomly, and soon my face was covered in blood.
Celeste wanted to stop me, but the closer she got, the more I fell apart.
“Go away! I told you to go away! Get lost!”
Next came the violent sound of vomiting, and I vomited all over myself.
Celeste cried, “Elisa, weren’t you always very strong?
“You said you wanted to film videos until you recover.”
“Get lost!”
What greeted her was my even more heart–wrenching cries.
She could only stand in place, watching as the doctor came over to give me a sedative.
The doctor said, “Please be considerate.
“The pain that the patient endures every day is unimaginable to us.
“Sometimes it is inevitable for her to break down.”
After calming down, I looked up in despair, my eyes bloodshot.
“Celeste.”
“Elisa.”
She came over and, disregarding my dirty appearance, hugged me tightly.
I trembled as I hugged her back, my chin resting on her shoulder, tears streaming down incessantly.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have been mean to you.
“I don’t wanna be a burden to you, constantly dragging you down. When I woke up, I was still in a daze, thinking that I was still a normal person, but the physical pain was reminding me that I was sick.
“I got sick. What should I do? I got sick, Celeste.”
I cried uncontrollably.
Celeste held te tightly.
“It’s okay, Elisa. You’ll get through it.
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“You are the little san, Elisa.”
