21 Days To Live

Day 21

Saturday
9:56 pm

Some things are meant to happen. No matter what you do, how much you try to stop it, they end up happening one way or another.

And as darkness began to invade my vision, and pull me in, I knew my time was up. The voices around me were a blur; all different sounds mushed together, creating nonsense.

"Mom, we are getting help. Stay with me!" Gemma shouted her voice cracking at the end.

I had been desperately wanting her to call me mom, and now she finally had.

I attempted a smile through the pain, knowing that at least the last thing I heard before my death was my daughter calling me mom.

"The- the little kid," I croaked out, wanting to make sure the girl was alright.

"She's fine, Mom. She's not injured. We need to make sure you are fine too. Don't worry Mom, you're going to be alright," Gemma assured, attempting to sound calm.

However, she was miserably failing at it.

Her words were of no use. Because I knew the truth. I knew I was going to die because today the roses marked their twenty first day.

5 hours earlier

I was afraid that now any minute I would die. I was afraid that if I walked down the stairs of my house I would trip and die. I was afraid to do anything.

And so that was the reason why I laid in my bed, holding on tightly to my blanket as I desperately waited for the day to end.

Earlier I had been watching a movie with Gemma, while Rome was at work. Now they were both gone to get Gemma's outfit for her new soccer team. They had asked me if I had wanted to tag along but I had lied saying I had some work to finish.

"Myra, this is not right," a voice suddenly spoke.

I instantly recognized the voice belonging to Aneway.

I broke away from the daze I was in, and looked up at Aneway who stood in my room unexpected. By now I was used to her sudden appearance, knowing that she only appeared when she wanted to help me.

But what could I possibly need help with today? Other than the fact that I didn't want to die.

"What's not right?" I asked her in a quiet voice.

Please say that I'm not destined to die today.

"Don't spend your last day in fear of dying, Myra. Spend it with your family," she explained.

And just as she turned away from me as if to disappear, I called out to her.

It was as if she would only come to say a word or two and then leave.

"Aneway," I spoke, causing her to turn back towards me. "At least tell me now why out of all the people you could've helped, why did you choose me?"

She smiled, "Because not everyone dies for what you will die for."

"Does that mean the reason why I die will still be the same?" I asked her, finding it very easy to talk about my death suddenly.