She looked like a hot mess.
Her hair was plastered to her forehead from sweat caused by anticipation. She was growing weaker by the minute. Nothing could stop nature from coming.
"Why does everything happen to the good?" One person pleaded.
"She shouldn't have ended like this." Another one wept.
"She was so pure and hopeful." A third one cried.
"Stop." She said interrupting their words. "I'm not dead yet. I may not even die this time."
The whole room fell silent.
"I'm still here, breathing, hanging on to life. So please, don't think about me as if I have already passed, because I have't. I could still win, I could still beat this horrid thing." She said.
"I am not dead yet."
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Metanoia
Random(n) the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life A collection of thoughts I've had, Stories I've written, Questions I've asked, And realizations I've made. Watch as I grow up and my thoughts change and my writing develops from 8th...
