So basically cancer is my killer. And this is how I will spend my last day I can already picture it. I'll wake up go to school eat sleep die. That's how I
intended to live it but apparently my killer had different plans.... That night my lungs started acting up. I couldn't breath. I screamed and my parents came in they took me to the hospital and here is were I lay. Here is how I will spend my last day on this earth. It seems like I'm getting closer to the top and the atmosphere is getting thin. I'm still "uncontious". I can here foot steps nearing my hospital room. I'm in the same room as always number 119 floor B in a depressing gray room with a picture of a hospital painted on to a canvas and a purple lamp with a window. It has a amazing view of a brick building the last time I was in this room I'm pretty sure I heard screaming.... As I was correct the steps continued to near and my nurse came in and asked how I was doing and told me someone visited me. I was confused because no one ever visits me and she starts to explain probably the only joy of life. The last thing i will probably will ever understand the last day of what I will breath this utterly ridiculous air but my atmosphere has grown thiner.
