Never Give Up ~a sqampy classic~

Never Give Up

All stories have an end. That's what they told me. You can't choose how yours ends. You don't get to choose who lives or dies. You don't get to choose who tells your story. I had to accept that this was how mine was going to end.

Here we were. My last day left to live. What would it be like once they took me off the machines? What would death feel like? Would I still be self aware and be able to see the people I love? Or would I be completely blanked out and gone forever? I couldn't imagine people having a funeral for me. I couldn't imagine being gone.

I still didn't know if this was all inside my head or actually real. It felt real. It felt so real, but I've dreamt up things similar to this before. They were never this vivid though. I felt so alive here. I felt like it had to be real.

Suddenly I heard the sweet sound of my Sqaishey's voice.

"Stamps!" she sang. "Come here!"

I got up. "What is it?" I followed her into my bedroom that we had both been sleeping in.

She smiled at me. "I listened to you for once," she giggled, "and you were right. I didn't give up, I just kept trying, and I think I actually know how to get you back. It might not work, but you only live once and this is your last day. We've got to try."

I had never been more proud of her in my life. I ran up to her and gave her a huge hug. "I'm proud of you," I said. "Let's do this."

She smiled. "Oh wait!" she cried. "I completely forgot! If you don't get back, or if something goes wrong, take this. I have one too. We can always be reminded of each other, no matter what happens," she said, pulling me into a kiss. She handed me a beautiful gold bracelet with a cat and a duck carved into it. It was absolutely gorgeous.

I put the bracelet on and prepared to listen to Sqaishey. I didn't know how much time I had left. It could be hours, but it could also be minutes. Or even seconds. One thing I did know, though was that we had no time to waste.

Sqaishey told me to lie down somewhere and close my eyes.

"You need to keep your eyes closed the entire time," she said. "Otherwise it won't work. Is that clear?" I nodded. "Okay, let's get you back, Stampylongnose.

I laid on my bed and closed my eyes, just as she had told me to do. Suddenly I heard the beautiful sound of Sqaishey singing Imagination, but then I also heard her talking to me. I didn't know how she could do both at once, but I had seen a lot of crazy things these past months. I just went with it.

"Look around Stampy," she said. "What do you see?" she asked.

"My eyes are closed," I said. "I can't see a thing."

She sighed. "Come on Stampy. Think outside the box. Your eyelids aren't the limit. Look beyond that."

I was confused for a moment, but then a picture suddenly came into my mind. I still heard Imagination playing though.

"I see a boy," I said. "He's running from his sisters and their friends. He looks young and very silly. Oh! He just tripped! And- now he's in a cast. He's just broken his arm!"

I felt like Sqaishey was nodding but I really had no idea.

"Now what do you see?" she asked me.

"I see the same boy," I said. "Only this time he's a little bit older. He's laughing and playing video games with his friends. Ha! He's got a wild head of curly hair!"