There was a sharp beep and then I woke up. I had needles and tubes in me and all around me. My sister sat by my bed sobbing. I tried to talk. Nothing. I couldn't utter a single word. My voice was shot. It must have been from all the screaming. My mom came in and sat down beside my sister, Peggie. She joined Peggie in her grief as they both sat there crying. Crying for the little brother who was too young to die. Crying for the little boy who would never get to have a sleepover, turn ten, get a car, or experience the joy of getting his first good grade. They would never get to watch him play baseball or play with his prized match box cars. They would never be able to say goodnight or good morning to him, or to hug him or tie his shoe. Or let him achieve his dream of being a doctor, so he could save others lives. But he wouldn't all because he was gone. Out of all the billions of people on world he had to die. He had fought through it his entire life. Matthew was only six. He never knew how it felt to be cancer free. He only knew pain. But during all of it, he always had a smile on his face.
Matt had always told us that he would live. He believed in it so strongly. Then the doctor told him he had 3 days.
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ParanormalMatt almost made it. Then the disease killed him, leaving his mother and sister in shock. cover done by maddy s. lol I cried while writing this
