Dear Diary,
Coming home I wasn't sure whether to cry with angry, cry with fear or cry with sadness. My time was being shortened.
I have only lived for seventeen years! My life was just beginning....
Why was it me that was stuck with this fate?
I was lost. I didn't know what to do. Hoping that this was all some twisted nightmare. That any second now I would open my eyes and realise it was just a dream.
Please just be a dream....
Love,
Annabel
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Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Teen FictionDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel
