Dear Diary,
As I was sitting in the hospital bed Eddie rung my cell. He asked if I was sick yesterday and today since I wasn't at school. I told him I had a cold.
After he offered to come around and keep me company I was quick to decline. Saying I didn't want him to catch my virus. Not that my real sickness was able to be passed to someone else.
After that we talked for a bit longer. My excuse for the croaky voice was that it was my cold. Not that I had previously had pipes shoved down my throat.
As the nurse came into the room I told Eddie I had to go.
I wish I didn't.
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
