Chapter 29

           Tyler’sstandingthere,perfectlyhandsomeandanangelinhiseverything-blondway. Mywilltoliveamazesme. 

           Me,I’mabloodytissuesampledriedonabaremattressinmyroomatthePaperStreetSoapCompany. 

           Everythinginmyroomisgone. 

           MymirrorwithapictureofmyfootfromwhenIhadcancerfortenminutes. Worsethancancer.Themirrorisgone. Theclosetdoorisopenandmysixwhiteshirts,blackpants,underwear,socks,andshoesaregone. Tylersays, "Getup." 

           UnderandbehindandinsideeverythingItookforgranted,somethinghorriblehasbeengrowing. 

           Everythinghasfallenapart. 

           Thespacemonkeysareclearedout. Everythingisrelocated,theliposuctionfat,thebunkbeds,themoney,especiallythemoney. Onlythegardenisleftbehind,andtherentedhouse. 

           Tylersays, "Thelastthingwehavetodoisyourmartyrdomthing. Yourbigdeaththing." 

           Notlikedeathasasad,downerthing,thiswasgoingtobedeathasacheery,empoweringthing. 

           Oh,Tyler,Ihurt.Justkillmehere. 

           "Getup." 

           Killme,already.Killme.Killme.Killme.Killme. 

           "Ithastobebig,"Tylersays. "Picturethis:youontopoftheworld’stallestbuilding,thewholebuildingtakenoverbyProjectMayhem.Smokerollingoutthewindows. Desksfallingintothecrowdsonthestreet. Arealoperaofadeath,that’swhatyou’regoingtoget."