Sitting in the hospital became the normal for me. Doctors rushed by with people on stretchers, desperate to help them. Everyone's gotta die at one point, I thought, it's natural. But this is one person I won't allow to die. A nurse walked out hopefully to let me see her.
"Not much longer to live," she mutters to herself. "how will the poor boy take it?"
"Take what?" my voice brakes, please not her, anyone but her!
"Willow, she doesn't have that much longer, you may want to say your final goodbye." her eyes, filled by grieve, avoiding me. Oh god, oh god please no! Not her! Please, I wouldn't know what to do without her! I rushed into the room, eyes glued to her, sickly pale, bald and wires connected to her wrists.
She looks up as I stood I'm the doorway. "Hey," her weak voice calls, "sit." she commands. I obediently sit by her, shaking my head.
" I'm not a dog you know?" I chuckle, "so how do you feel?" I say seriously, but my voice cracking.
"Like crap. I thought you knew me better?" she giggles, but her eyes showing the pain.
"Yeah well, it was worth a shot, now wasn't it?" it went silent, this happened a lot, the pain gets to be to much, so she stops and stares at the ceiling. Not caring about the world.
"I'm dying, you know, and it hurts, so much," tears slipping from her eyes and I feel them in my own eyes. "and you know I'll love you forever, but I have to go. Today. Now."
"Please don't! Please keep holding on! I can't live without you! Don't go, please." I beg, this isn't fair! Why do all the good people die first! WHY?!
"Sorry but I can't. The pain. Goodbye and I. Love. You..." BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP. NO! NO! I sit shocked, hoping, wishing for this to be a dream. No. A nightmare. Goodbye, and I love you. Those words we used to say to each other when I had to leave, are now the words she uses on her deathbed.
"NO! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WILLOW, PLEASE! Wake up... Please..." Tears streaming down now, I scream but it hurts. Didn't she know it hurt me too?! That her pain I tried to share with her. But I couldn't. I couldn't. The doctors didn't even try to bring her back. After 2 years of cancer, she wouldn't want to be brought back. I couldn't believe it. She's dead. My only sister is dead. My only, eleven year old, sister dead. And it's all because of cancer.
"I'm sorry, Lucas, but we can't bring her back into pain. We will all miss her." a doctor pats my shoulder, and I did what I could only do. Fall under his hand and scream, even if my throat is raw and sore. I have nothing now, no her, no parents, no friends. No one. I'm all alone now. But those last words. Goodbye and I love you. Well I love you too sis, I'll miss you. Goodbye.
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I don't have a sister who past away do to cancer.
