It is in grief that I write this narrative.
Some time ago a very good friend of mine, Skylar, began feeling ill. We shoved this off as a normal happening, which it was, because he was constantly sick. At first, his nose was bleeding at strange times. In the middle of class it would come pouring from his nose and the teacher would have to escort him out because he would go into hysterics. He'd stay home for days, the reason being "a cold like fever that wouldn't go away." This happened over the course of a few weeks, before the nosebleeds became progressively worse. They started to occur every day, and, on occasion, twice a day. The fevers were arising as well.
This is when we all started to notice more irritability in Skylar. His sentences began to get shorter and more impolite. Meals were almost nonexistent as he ate less and less. Any answer to an asked question came with an annoyed tone and a sigh. His phone was always off to where no one could get ahold of him. Skylar's appearances