Dear Death Diary

3

15/04/2016

Dear Diary,

It is scary how one minute everything can be perfect and the next your whole world could shatter. My whole world was dreaming about Oxford University and winning an oscar. But now everything is over. I can scarcely breathe.

This morning I woke up and I was coughing. Not just regular, overlooked coughs; I was coughing blood. By the time I scrambled out of bed, the vomiting begun. Putrid, red liquid spewed from my lips. Even disorientated I knew Mum and Dad would be at work so I shrieked for Rachel.

She took her sweet time about coming but I don't blame her. She probably expected an arrogant girl, with a lust for presents. Rachel almost fainted when she saw me but Jason, he was a gem. He called the ambulance and then he called Mum and then he held my hand tightly and whispered soothing words to me. I guess it is true, you realise who is really there for you in times of trouble.

The next part was the same old story. I was rushed to hospital, treated, mum cried, Rachel texted, Jason yelled, Dad tried to act brave and I survived. This part was the easy part. However, what happened next was unimaginable.

The doctor, the pretty one, came in. She talked medical stuff with mum and dad meanwhile Jason and I played rock, paper, scissors. Typical really? Anyway, she told me I would have to come back for more tests. Being stubborn little me, I questioned her. That is when she blurted it out. She blurted out the truth that ruined my whole life. She says that the doctors suspect me of having leukaemia which even I know is blood cancer.

Diary, you don't know this but I cried writing this. I broke down. Maybe it is not just the fear of dying but the fear of agonizing torture. Maybe it is what I am going to put my family through. Maybe it is part of God's divine plan. I don't know.

Bye

A sad little Hayley.