POV: Iris
I never asked for this.
I never wanted this to happen.
I never did anything to deserve this life.
Yet this is what I was given the moment I set foot and planet earth.
I sometimes stare out my window, the ground so far below. Children come in and out of this hospital every day. And every day I watch them. Days have melted into years of empty life clinging to this scrap of life. Until my last breath.
Why I ask put silence is my answer. Nobody cares that I am stuck here. They think I should be happy for my life. But what is a life that's not worth living anymore? I can't talk much cause of the tubes down my throat.
I should have many years to live. But I can't expect days. Distant, invisible, and so alone. I sit by the window and watch. Boys and girls go in and out with families happy and proud. Sometimes some people look back at me. But most don't.
Most haven't been this close to death, most break bones, or are only here to see other kids just as sick as me. I don't cry, I don't have tears left to cry.
Life is such a thin line to dance on. If ever one doesn't mind there step.
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Ficção CientíficaIris has been in the hospital since she was born. Her life was always set for a crash course when a pandemic of a dangerous illness Oxipromitoc has wiped the country of American due to overpopulation she contracts worse and worse symptoms as her lif...
