Alex was right, Samantha Nina Davis was a fighter, and to this day she still is one. Even though Sam died three days ago, but for some reason I'm having a hard time wrapping my head around that fact. Well, I think that you would have a hard time wrapping your head around the fact of your best friend dying. So, Sam was gone, I had her journal, and I got the amazing job of delivering the eulogy. I spent the rest of the day with Alex, and her family. I saw Sam's deceased body, and couldn't handle it, I ran out of the room with tears streaming down my cheeks I managed to make it through the rest of the day without any more crying outbursts.
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Later that night, and I really mean later, around midnight or one in the morning. I was still sitting up, in my Bugs Bunny pj's and bunny slippers, staring at pictures of Sam and me. I was trying to remember what life was like back then, when we were small and innocent. I had so many memories circling around in my head, like Halloweens' and Christmases. Along with the memories of my older twin brother and sister coming home from the private high school that they go to. I remembered hospital visits, the happy ones, along with the upsetting ones; I was always there for Sam. So now the only things that I have to remember my best friend by are, all of the pictures, the memories that would never fade, and Sam's journal. I still hadn't read her journal; it seemed invasive, and rude. Like reading an autobiography, but without the spell check. The more I thought about it, the more that I realized that maybe Sam's journal really could help me. If I could somehow manage to get over myself from being guilty, for reading her Journal.
I sighed; knowing that I hated arguing with myself... then one side of me would win. Slowly, I arose from the dark purple beanbag chair in the corner of my room, and then walked to the desk. There, lying open to the first page, was Samantha's journal.
I looked out of the window, at the soft, shimmering, distant stars, not only glistening in the sky, but also in the trees on our property. I strung lights around the tops of the trees, and their trunks, symbolizing hope for Sam. I could feel the warm summer air kissed my skin, and the breeze lifted my hair off of my neck slightly. I ran my fingers through my hair, and then pulled all of it up into a pony tail. I smiled, feeling like a kid again, I began to slowly and carefully climb out of the window, and onto the eve of the porch. I was crouched, knowing that one wrong move could result either
A~ I'd fall, which would result in my probable extended hospital stay.
B~ My parents would find out about my sneaking out, and then they would either ground me, or send me to the hospital.
Either way, I had to be careful. I slowly crept over to the part of the house that was taller than where I was now. I managed to silently get up to the highest part of the house, and right under the stars and the moon. There was something special about the spot where I was heading, something extremely irrelevant about the roof our house.
About two years ago, Sam had slept over at my house. Both of us were extremely bored, we had done everything possible, except climb out onto the roof and look at the stars. Sam went out first; I followed, knowing that if Sam had slipped, I could have saved her. WE climbed to the top of the house, exactly where I was now, and we both sat there. Just talking about life and music, until something flew over the house. I looked up and saw a star shooting across the sky. I nudged Sam, and we both made a wish. I closed my eyes, wishing that Sam would stay on earth with me for a little while longer. When I opened my eyes, I could still see the star, soaring into a mass sea of glistening stars in the dark sky. Sam's eyes were still closed, but when she opened them, she was smiling.
"Meghan, I... I want to live as long as a human being that doesn't have that doesn't have Leukemia." I remember Sam whispering. I smiled,
"Don't think about it like that; think about it as if you are going to win. You have lived as long as a person who has the same disease as you though. So you are a winner to me, no matter what anyone else says."
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Teen Fiction(Previously Called One More Happy Ending) **This is my own creation, I hope you all enjoy it:)) The story of a two young girls, one is battling leukemia, the other is her best friend who has a constant hatrid of her father and his new family. Here...
