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Slowly I sank down, as I looked up at my parents. Please tell me this is just a dream, I thought. Now seen as i'm going to die I might as well let you know who I am and why i'm dying. First things first i'm Abigail and I have a serious case of- well who know what it's the first ever case of whatever the heck it is- they call it abigholbergeness. Even though it's cool having a whole sickness named after you, it's weird 'cause it's like I'm killing myself, but not really. My parents look at me sadly "just so you know honey, we love you." whispered my mum. The nurse walked in -click click click- "bad huh?" the nurse whispered quietly to me so my parents couldn't hear. I couldn't breath let alone talk. She clicked a few buttons the small beeps as she pressed them comforted me as they usually did. My breath left me and I heard someone shout something. Then the world went black.

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