Bip bip bip.
That's the only sound I heard from when I was born. I suffer of cancer. My tipe of cancer is not the tipe when you can live with operations. No. Mine is deadly. Uncurable. Unhealable.
I am now 16. I don't have an explanaition why I haven't died yet. It could have been better if I died because everyday I suffer. My parents passed away from the same desease, but the lived much longer. They had a life. They had friends. They had their first kiss. They had what I want to. Bit I can't. Today I will be moved in another hospital. The 20th. Some nurses come and move me into a rotating chair. They push me to the Ambulance and the road starts.
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After I had my medication a boy in his middle twenty's dressed all in black comes to me.
"Hi." I say.
"Hi. How's life?"
"Eh. Considering I don't have much left of it."
"Almost 2 weeks."
"Oh..." I say as a tear rolls down my cheek.
"Hey. Don't cry." He says and wipes my tear away. "Would you like to play a game?"
"Like what game?"
"Like a game when you grow up everyday 10 years. For example, today you are 10. Tomorrow 20. And so on."
"The life game?"
"Exactly."
"And bow am I supposed to do that?"
"Well, I'm gonna be helping you everyday. You can play it with me."
"Ok. Anyways, what's your name?"
"Kylo."
"Big brother Kylo." I said with a voice only a little kid would have. Kylo laughed.
"Yup. I am gonna visit you later."
"Bye!" I said like a little kid.
"Bye!" He replied and left.
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"Here is your dinner, Reyi."
"Thanks, Kylo." I said and looked at him. "Do you ever get to see again your parents?"
"Yes. At the church."
"You go to the church?"
"What you don't belive in God?"
"No. He gave me the worst life."
"Well, why don't you write him some letters? You know he always sees."
"Okay. Have you got a pen and a pencil?"
"Yeah." He said and gave them to me. "I'll let you write it. See you tomorrow."
"Bye!" I answear him and look at the paper. I put the paper on my knees and start writing.
Dear God,
I have never written to you because I have homework and I need to feet my cat and all sort of things. I live with my family and always go to the church.
Just re-read the introduction again: "I have never written to you because I have homework and I need to feet my cat and all sort of things. I live with my family and always go to the church." What if I tell you that's not real. What if I tell you that I suffer of cancer and I will soon die. So all the stuff I wrote up there are big lie. I don't have homework because I don't go to school. I don't have cat. I don't have parents. And most important, I don't have a house. My house is the hospital. I can say that now I have a friend, Kylo, who told me that I sould write you a letter.
Hope you see it.
