Just One More Song.

I played until my fingers were full of callas and my mom took my guitar. I sang until I got strep throat and my dad had to stay home with me from work.

I dragged the bow over the violin so much that it started to lose a hair or two, and my brother had to tell me to shut up a few times.

But I won't be around to play my music for much longer. Because I have a dead line. It's coming soon, and I can feel it coming.

I opened my book and started to read. I always loved the dashing knights, pretty princesses, and no one could forget the scary dragon.

No visitors yet, so I had time. Might as well use it, never know how much you get. I was just reading a long the last few captivating words when the door opened.

"Hello nurse Mary." I said with a smile.

"Hello darling. I just need to take some blood okay." Nurse Marry said. I nodded my head, and soon she brought out a needle.

"Hold still okay." She said. I felt the needle go into my arm and nodding my head was all that I could manage.

She drew out the needle like brush on a canvas, and smiled at me.

"Alright, all done sweat heart." She said with a smile, as she patted the beanie on my head.

"You go back to your reading now, your family will be here soon." She said. I smiled at her and she exited the room with one last smile.

I sighed and returned to my book. My family came, and I put the book away, and started to talk and laugh with them as any normal kid would.

My mom handed me my guitar, and said for me to play any song that I wanted. I decides to play old songs that I would always listen too in fourth or fifth grade.

I played up beat songs like 'Dynamite', that got my parents dancing. I also played a few classics like 'Apologize', and everyone was able to sing a long. Soon I was done with the guitar and my dad told me to sing whatever song I wanted.

I sang old songs that in my mind was all that I really knew. I sang 'Hallelujah', the full version, 'Castle on a Cloud' from Les' Miserables. And 'Reflection' as the cover from Christina Agulara.

My family roared with applause until my brother handed me my old reliable violin. I placed it on my shoulder and formed every note and strummed every ever so lightly with the bow, as if I were to lay a blanket on a sleeping child.

It flowed so fluently that I never needed to sing when I played the violin. I ended the song and my mother was in tears, my dad was trying to stay solid, and my brother was smiling at me with a sad expression expression in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Did I play the song wrong?" I asked.

"No no, its not . . . that was beautiful darling." My dad said. I smiled at all of them, but I knew that they were sad. Soon nurse Marry came and told us that visiting hours were over. I gave back my guitar and Violin to my family, and they all gave me a kiss on the cheek and vacant smiles before they left.

Soon nurse Marry came to me and looked me in the eye.

"Darling. I'm afraid your getting worse."

I didn't cry, I didn't get angry, I understood.

"Does my family know?" I asked.

"Yes." Nurse Marry said.

"Do they know when?" I asked.

"No, but that's what I'm going to tell you now." Nurse Marry said.

"Sweetheart, you only have 2 weeks." She said, placing a hand on my shoulder.