Dear God,
Today was the day that I finally broke. My time of joy was gone and my tumor took over. Everything hurt. It was like sharp knives were being pushed into my head making me cry every second of the day. Trey was there to watch it all. The worst part of it all was that right before I had been gathering up the courage to tell him that I liked him, the pain hit. I guess Trey has never dealt with this before even though that he has probably taken care of many cancer ridden teens. He called for help by hitting a button on my machine and that was it. I was whisked away to a new room and I haven't seen Trey since. The pain is unbearable. The drugs that they have used are taking there tole now and soon I will be whisked away to the land where there is no pain except in the nightmares.
Please help.
-Alice
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Letters From Alice
Historia CortaDear God, I am dying, I know I am. Why me? Why me? Why me? The real question is, why anyone? How could something so small kill a person. That's the thing about life though; its small. I pray that it will all go away. I don't think my praying has he...
