I woke up screaming. I pressed my hands up to my temples.
I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
I squeezed my eyes shut, hoping the psi would decrease. It didn't.
The pain I felt was excruciating. "MOM!" My plea for her to help me came out sounding strangled and broken.
She and my dad rushed into my room. "Sara? What's happening?"
"My head! MY HEAD!" I screamed.
I vaguely heard my mom rush downstairs and call someone on the phone.
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My dad ran into the hospital with me in his arms.
I couldn't feel any part of my body. I couldn't even keep my head up.
Nurses rushed towards me and immediately put me on a stretcher.
They put a mask over my face and forced me to breath. My chest rose and fell as I gasped for the air my lungs desperately craved.
My eyes felt heavy but I knew I couldn't close them. I knew that if I did I probably wouldn't wake up.
"I NEED AN OR! NOW!" I heard a doctor scream. I think it was Dr. Fretti.
I didn't hear the question but I heard my mother sob, "DO IT! DO ANYTHING YOU CAN!"
Do what? What were they going to do to me?
I felt them stick a needle into my arm. I didn't want to sleep. I couldn't or I knew I would die.
Somebody continued to force air into my lungs. My head felt clouded and heavy.
Finally I let my eyes close.
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Sincerely, Sara
Teen FictionSara Trithe is 14, and her life is finally seeming to come together, when it falls apart. Sara has a cancerous brain tumor and limited days ahead of her. How long can she keep her secret, and her life?