It all started after the horrible news. Charlie ran ... ran with all his might and tripped over a rock. Blood. Pain. Silence. Darkness. Light. Girl. Girl.. a girl in a black hoodie. She came closer and saw him. There eyes met. She seemed like a regular 17 year old. But to him light and darkness. The perfect combination. To her a bundle of joy. Sadness and Happiness. Another perfect combination. She knew he was her destiny. She had a name and her name was Hope. Hope flooded through Charlie's body. Charlie woke up his bedroom with his blue colored wallpaper. And his friend Mr. Teddy. Just a dream he thought I can't die in 300 days he thought. Thought is just another word that makes sense in this child.
