Leslie's Pov
Today
Today is the day.
I feel it in me. The air inside my lungs is going crazy. God what's going on.
breath, Leslie, breath. i kept telling myself. But it was nearly imposible to do. Getting out of the bed, i see the clock 12:43am
Swiftly, i fled out to the door and stepped out of the hallway. I suddenly fell to the ice cold wooden floor.
breath, Leslie, breath. i kept telling myself again at least try to....
I yelled out in a hoarse raspy voice saying, "Mom! Ashley! Hel-" I stop immideatly because i need to be quiet, i need my air.
A few seconds have passed and door flew open and everything was flashing through my head. My mom coming up to me. Me, still breathing as much as i could. Ashley, looking at me while I'm still at the floor.
Everything happened so fast.
This is it
You're dying Leslie, I say to myself as less and less air starts making its way to my lungs.
Tears streamed down my face. "Shhh... don't get scared Leslie," a familiar voice says to me. A man. "Everything is going to be okay. Don't Panic"
Well, its kinda hard when your in my position I say mentally to the person whoever talking to me hoping he could hear me in my thoughts.
In the End, all I remember is darkness consuming me
This is the end I guess.
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Короткий рассказThe idea of this story has hit me square to the face when I watched one of my favorite novellas on television. Leslie Garcia has been a sweet little 9 year old girl and then her world is crushed when she finds out she suddenly has cancer. Everyone i...
