Foreign To This World

19

Days got longer than ever. The winter break was almost over,yet Annie still wasn't getting any better. I tried opening her favorite songs,and I thought I saw a little twitch in her arm,but turns out that was only unconscious muscle movement.

I was almost positive that she was going to die now. I just wanted to talk to her one last time,to hear her voice again. It seemed that whenever I looked at her,she got skinnier.

It was devastating. This time,it was for real. My best friend was dying right in front of my eyes,and yet there was nothing to be done.

Annie's heart rate was slowing,until it hit zero. I burst into tears,thinking she was dead. I hit the nurse button so many times,yet nobody was coming.

Annie was in deadly condition. I HAD to inform someone,I knew I had to. I took a deep breath in,and let everything out. I managed to let out a little whimp,and I started to try. I opened my mouth,and felt my throat suddenly get a vibration feeling I've never had before. "NURSE!" I yelled. I didn't notice what I had done until the nurse arrived. I was crying besides Annie,trying to talk again. It wasn't working. Maybe I hadn't even yelled,maybe I was just imagining it. That made me even more frustrated than ever as the nurse gave Annie shock. I saw a small thud in her chest,and I was almost sure that she had a little gasp. I tried to talk again,but it still wasn't working,so I decided to tell her in sign language.

Annie's heart monitor started working again. I had saved her life. I had gained her a few more minutes of life,even though there was no use in doing so.

The other day,I was completely healed,so they let me out of the hospital. I really didn't want to leave Annie,but I had to.

School started,and as I opened my locker to write in my little pitiful diary,I realised that it wasn't there. I had left my diary in the hospital.