In a wild, cruel storm, rainbows can be found. In a road of pain and agony, roses of hope can be found. In a world of wickedness and a night of disdain and darkness, bright hearts can be found.
Darkness is the fourth dimension. It's a thing we can...
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Death. It's the end, and it starts from the very first beginning. From the very first breath, from the very first cry, smile, step. Death is the end of life, and it's main reason is starting life. Death is the very obvious end that we can not explain, and that's why we fear it.
I am Susan Lewis, a seventeen year old girl, who is waiting for a ring to be erupted from her phone.
And it rang.
I open my eyes. I didn't sleep last night, nor did I open my eyes. The fear in me cut my insides more and more by the seconds. Tears start to swell up in my eyes, but I blink them away.
Everything's alright, right?!
I take a hold of the device. The name across the screen makes my heart to beat hundred times faster, and adrenaline to kick the walls of my insides. I bite my lip trying to refrain it from quivering, and slide my index across the screen.
"Hello?", a delicate voice seems to calm my nerves a little.
"Hello, it's Susan"
"Good, I'm Dr. David", my stomach knots and my nerves get built again.
"Hey, Susan, the results of your test are out, and I'm afraid it's gonna be bad news"
When he said bad news, a million of thoughts crash into my brain and a tear slips down my cheek.
"The tumour's spreading really fast, it's a malignant , we can start chemotherapy tomorrow...", I broke.
I didn't hear a thing after. Another tear slipped and my tears started to pour from my eyes. My hand shook violently. My body dropped to the floor shaking with each breath. I brought my hands up to muffle the sound of my sobs.
I'm dying.
I then whipped my tears off, or at least tried to. My hands rummage through my drawers looking for an outfit. With soft whimpers, I finished my morning routine.
I wore an oversized hoodie that I don't think is mine, but my brother's, blue skinny jeans and a beanie that covered my knots of gold. Today, I went to school earlier than I would do everyday maybe because I'm avoiding a certain somebody.
Everyday, my boyfriend, Greg, is my ride to and from school, but today I just can't look at him.
He used to tell me how he pictures our future together. Married with three kids, Samantha, Troy, and Violet, but now, I don't think that I'll be in that perfect future, and that will just break him.
Once the school facade was standing with stoicism before me, I stopped my legs. It was so early that no one was there when I arrived except for the nerds that I think they slept here, anyway. I closed my swolen eyes and listened to the chirps of beauty. For once I thought that everything happened this morning was just a nightmare, it was a nightmare only it's really my real life. My real life is my nightmare.
