Chapter one

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It had all gone silent, I could not remember how to speak. My voice stuck in my throat and the realization hit as hard as a train. I was going to die, and I was going to die in three weeks maximum, one-week minimum.

The whole room smelled of citrus and chlorine, the pure white walls painting a bland picture of a void. Not a void of comfort but a void of emptiness a void where nothing was normal no matter how much I wanted it to be.

I was stuck in this pure white hospital bed with standard linen-cotton bedsheets and blanket. The regular hospital outfit, loose light blue pyjamas. However, nothing about this was normal, I was not a normal patient and this was not a normal situation.

I have cancer, incurable cancer that came from my chronic illness. I was always a bit sick, and my immune system was not the best but never had I thought I would end up passed out on my high school prom with blood dripping down my nose. My classmates screaming while I lose consciousness.

Next thing I knew I was in a hospital bed with several nurses and doctors around looking at me like I was the most unfortunate person alive. In a sense I was the most unfortunate person alive, I suddenly on my seventeenth year of living, found out that I had growing cancer that would kill me in a matter of days.

Friends had come to visit, Olive my closest friend brought me something to pass the time. Something to keep my mind of thinking about my dooming death. The harry potter books. Olive loved the books and always talked about them. She had always wanted me to read them but I never had the chance because of school work and getting the best grades I could possibly get. I am very studious not to the point of suffocation but studious enough to not have time for reading books that do not have to do with school.

But as I thought more about the sudden free time the more I wanted to read them. Olive brought them one by one, per every few visits. The books were simple and easy to read, addictive. I started falling in love with the characters and read for the enjoyment not for getting a good grade. It made me lose focus of time and think about all things I could get in such a life. A life in harry potter. I would be able to live and not be stuck with cancer, I would be able to see my favourite characters grow up, enjoy studying the magic of all things.

By the time I finished the book series it had been a week and a half, I had woken up groggily and could not move a finger, I was still in the hospital the room was the same as the ceiling was still filled with butterfly stickers and such. I screamed, screamed so loud that the other patients in the hospital got scared. It only took a matter of minutes for the doctors to come and tell me what was happening.

I was told that most of my muscles gave out and that I could only hear, see, scream, taste and smell. Olive had come to visit that afternoon cry and being very hysterical, my parents were in the room in the hopes of convincing the doctors to save me. Not that they really knew how to save, there simply was no way.

Something in me, however, could not feel sad as I had never felt this relieve that I did at the hospital if I were to die it would not be a sad death more a relieved death. Although I had not experienced the most fulfilling life ever it was not a bad one, besides it would be too late to regret. It was better to think of the good things in life. The things I enjoyed.

I started feeling tired, maybe it was truly the time to go, I don't remember the words I spoke but they were said in relief, relief of a better life next time. I closed my eyes softly and laid down the hospital bed as I had said my good bye's.