FaithNJoy

"I hate life." You murmured underneath your blankets. Your throat was hurting like hell, you had a headache, and your body continuously changed from hot to cold. "Tch, why is being sick a thing? What's the point of life if we have illnesses? What's my place in the universe?" You questioned yourself, looking at the ceiling. "That idiotic samurai is probably still asleep even though it's 10am.. doesn't he care about his girlfriend? I'll kill him later.." The medicine you took began to work it's magic as you fell asleep once more. After a couple hours, you heard someone in the kitchen. But.. who was it? You lived alone, so there couldn't be an