Ever More Dead

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Finally after a two hour drive there and back, we have finally made it home. "Go to your room right now Carmen!" my parents yelled at me as soon as we stepper in the house. "Why, I did nothing?" I yelled back at them. "Just go to your room now, and think about that little thing that you said at the doctors office!" "Fine I will, but I am never coming out," I rudly shouted back at my parents, while running up to my room and slamming the door. After slamming the door shut I flopped down on my bed, starting to feel the tears run down my cheek onto the bed. As I sat there I started to think, am I really going to die or am I just slowly getting sick and sick? I asked myself that many times over and over again, but I never could seem to think of the right answer.