The next day, however, the pain in my head had reached an unreasonable amount that it was screaming at me to do something. Because that's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.
I screamed for my mom after about 15 seconds of this unbearable pain. She came running in, a very worried look in her eyes. I told her what was happening as well as I could. Talking just made it worse. She was on the phone with the hospital while driving there. The Dutch Tulip man was in the car on the way to the hospital. He coaxed my head into his lap while I was still screaming in pain. I didn't care if he was a con-man at that point, I just wanted someone to hold me while I died.
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An imperial affliction
Teen FictionI'm Anna, I'm 16, I was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia when I was 13, and I decided to start a foundation for people who wanted to cure cholera with cancer.
