Chapter 1: Alex and Lust
Alex was dying.
It was no secret, to him or to anyone who was close to him.
He had terminal cancer and was due to die anytime soon.
He had taken drugs and underwent several treatment to prolong his life and postpone his sadness.
However to him it was a waste of time, equal to pouring water in a basket.
The treatment wasn't prolonging his life, it was only prolonging his suffering.
Right now, Alex was laying in bed, every breathe he took was painful, like a comb of pins was being raked across his lungs.
His head burned like there was an oven in it, and his body hurt like he was laying on a bed of nails.
He knew it wouldn't be long now before he closed his eyes and took his last breath.
In fact he was hoping for his death to come soon so he could be free from the world.
By his side, his sister sat on a chair, dozing.