Not feeling good today, I mean I feel like I'm going die.
My parents haven't come in - - I saw them two days ago. I don't think they can bare to look at me.
They're moving me into intensive care. The nurse is currently moving me to a public ward for a few hours before I get transferred.
I think one other person will be in the room.
There was an earthquake last night and the injured have filled a lot of the rooms. I don't mind giving my room up — I'm being transferred in the morning anyways.
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Short Story❝ Neena Eellante ❞ - The last two words written by a girl with ratty blonde hair and tear stained, blue eyes. Words scratched fiercely into the spine of a leather book that held the story of a now, dead girl. - | a spin off of the character Neena Ee...
