Dear God,
I started treatment today.
I told them in the beginning that I didn't need it.
Because I didn't want to believe I was sick.
I can hardly breathe, God.
It made it to my lungs.
I don't know if I will make it.
Please help me.
I have never felt so helpless in my entire life.
My entire short life.
Why me, God?
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Why Me, God?
Short StoryWhen Scarlet gets sick, she writes letters to God. * inspired by Letters From Peyton by @11tay99 *
