The Last Wish

Chapter 1

*BEEP BEEP BEEP* my vision was so blurry. I looked at the heart monitor. The squiggly lines jumped up and down on the screen. My chest is in so much pain. "It's okay baby girl.." My mom and dad were at the foot of the hospital bed I lay in. "you're gonna be okay." My vision was bad yet I could still see the tears running down my mother's face. She was sobbing into my dads chest. I closed my eyes and that was the last I remembered.-
A couple hours later..
     My senses were beginning to come back as I started hearing the heart monitors annoying beeping again. I opened my eyes and saw my younger brother Alan. He's 11 years old, 7 years younger than me, yet he had the intellectualism of a 40 year old. He always knew what was up, even if you tried fooling him. He found out that Santa wasn't real when he was 4. And no one even told him, he just figures it out on his own, he's a very realistic person.
     He held my cold hand in between his small palms.. "how do you feel?" He smiled. His eyes looked huge with those glass lenses. Yet they were actually naturally squinted. He was missing one of his bottom teeth even though he was 11. His dirty blonde hair was coated in hair gel since he likes putting his hair in a comb over. Even though that 1 little hair always stood up in the back. He's 4'7 and such a cutie. His white skin tone looked even whiter next to mine. I mean I'm not that tan, since we don't go to beach often here in New York but he was just really white. "Yeah, I feel alright.." I replied with a smile. "want me to bring you an apple juice? or read you a book?" He swayed back and forth with his tippytoes. He always reads me a book to make me feel better in occasions like this. "waters fine." He rushed off in the other direction.
     A couple seconds later my doctor and parents walked in the room and stood around my bed. I never noticed how grey the bags under my mom's eyes were until now. Her eyes were dead and tired. Her blonde hair was messy and unbrushed. She stood next to my dad who seemed worried yet much more relaxed. He had grayish hair and a cleft chin, he needed to shave. My brother got his blue eyes from him. But I got my brown eyes from my mom. I honestly look more like my mom than my dad. But Alan did not get his height from my dad. My dad is almost 6 feet and my mom is around 5'5 I'm about the same height as her.
     The doctor sighed and looked at his clip board. "We have some serious news..I wanted to let you all know together." He looked back at his clip board and up at me. Oh god not another treatment. He sighed again. "we've checked the scan results and It's sad to say that the results came back positive for the cancer returning, and this time it's untreatable, your daughter's cancer is terminal." I didn't react. I just thought of the words over and over again. "Oh dear god no!" My mom threw herself on the floor crying endlessly. My dad paced back and forth running his hand through his hair multiple times. "I'm so sorry." The doctor said. "how much time do I have." I sighed. "approximately 5 months.." I gulped hard. I would've preferred another treatment..