It's been 5 months and I'm still lying in the hospital bed. I hate my weak body. My body aches to move, get fresh air but..........................
My parents visit me every once in a while. They cried a lot at first. But now they look soulless like me. Maybe they got over the fact that I'll die anyway. Why do we have to die? Why do we have to leave?
I stared at the ceiling. Suddenly my body felt cold. It was midnight. I never felt so cold feeling before. I thought I'd get over it but I couldn't stand it anymore. I pressed the emergency button. A nurse came. She saw something on the monitors and called the doctor.
My body refused to listen to me. It ached. It screamed. It was so painful.
Did you know pain is more painful than death?
They got me a stretcher and carried me to a room. The corners of my eyes turned black. My lungs were burning. I closed my eyes hoping it will make the pain go away.
Little did I knew I closed my eyes for eternity.
A/N: Hey guys!! This is my second update. My grandfather died like the incident in the story above. Everyone please pray for him.
LOVE ALL.
