The thing was, I wasn't a cancer kid or a kid with heart problems. All systems in my body would actually fail for 5 minutes every other week, and they had no clue what it was or what to call it. So, I was mystery girl. Every time I wouldn't see the light or Jesus like they say you will, I saw my hunger, thirst, and lost. What I could've done, should've done, needed to do, but couldn't if that was my last time dying. I wanted to see all the leaves fall, have my first kiss, get drunk, leave this small town I live in. But, I had to stay tied to Mercy Hospital and never leave Worthsville. Ironic that Worthsville isn't worth anything.
