After the trip to my magical doctor, I remembered the words he whispered to my mother when he thought I wasn't listening. "He only has until tomorrow to live." Then my mother gasped, but when she turned to look at me and acted unworried, I could still tell she was heart-broken. Meanwhile, I was trying to get over my fear. My fear of dying tomorrow....
Night time....
It was quite dark in my room, but inside my head bright flashes of happy memories popped into my head leading up to to this day. Well, not this day exactly, because the past few days haven't been very exciting and festus to me, but the last day that was. I started to get anxious, so I looked at my dark blue, digital clock. It read 11:58. My heart started beating as fast as a cheetah could run. I looked at the clock again. 11:59. Then, I decided it was best to just close my eyes and ~ clock! All I could think was clock. I looked at it one last time. The last time I would ever open my eyes. 12:00 a.m. I laid in my soft, soothing bed and closed my eyes, trying to relax. Bright lights danced in my mind while I took in one last breath and laid there silently....dead.
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The Bowl of Secrets ON HOLD
Storie breviclaireybear3, my friend, inspired me at school to make this story. I hope u guys like it!
