You're sick, they say.
I know, I say.
Everyone says that, like I don't already know.
You'd think that they'd realize that you know that your time is running out.
What they don't realize is why I spend my time in my room, re-reading my favorite books.
Spend time with your friends, they say. Before it's too late, they say.
I know I should, but I can't.
I can't go out and spend time at the mall pretending like nothing's going to happen, because that's not true. Because my life is going to end, and I don't want to spend my final moments telling myself that everything's going to be okay.
Why do you stay in your room, they say.
Why stick your nose in those books, they say.
Why? It's none of your business, but if you really have to know, it's because books are so much better than reality.
The boys are nicer (and cuter), the girls know how to be adventurous too.
Why do you ask, I say
They should let me live my life or what's left of it in peace.
I don't want to spend time with my friends or my family because they treat me like I can't do anything. And I know that sounds hypocritical because I was just talking about not wanting to go to the mall and pretend like nothing's happening.
But what I want to do is treat it like it's my last day and do whatever I want no matter how much strength it takes. Not treat it like nothing's happening but they won't let me do anything that requires more work than walking.
You're dying, they say.
Exactly my point, I say.
If I don't do this now, I won't ever get to. That's why. You're always asking.
Let me live out my final days doing the things that I've always wanted to and if I die in the process, it won't matter because it was coming anyway. At least that way I'll get to go out doing something adventurous instead of just lying on my death bed and waiting.
The first one makes more sense, right?
Let the dying girl complete her dream before she passes.
That's how this should work. No nonsense about: stay here, just wait until you die.
Get up and do something you've always wanted to do because this is your last chance.
If I were to live past this, that's what I would do to make my mark on the world. I would help people like me. Make petitions to help get them out of bed so they're not just lying in bed anticipating their death.
But instead I'll just go out to the woods and hike and shoot a bow arrow at things. And climb waterfalls and have fun doing it.
That's dangerous, they say.
That's why I'm doing it, I say.
That could make your death sooner, they say.
I know, I say.
Just spend time with your loved ones, they say.
But that's no fun, I say.
They're about to lose you, they say.
I know, I say.
Don't you think it's selfish to take you away from them sooner, they say.
I'm losing my life too if anything making me stay here is them being selfish, I say.
But they'll still be around, they say.
And I won't be, so I should do what I want, I say.
Do what they want, they say.
That makes no sense, I say.
It makes perfect sense, they say.
How?, I say.
They'll still be grieving when you're gone, bu-
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Depressing One Shots
General Fictionthese are just a bunch of random one shots and a lot of them are really depressing so ya