WHAT IF I DIE.

Cute pink heart stickers.

Hello loves ❤️😚😚 this is my new book and I hope you love  it. You can picture the characters as how it suits you. Thanks so much. 😊!!! Picture up there is Lennah Green.

Lennah's POV.
  Well here I am again. Back in the hospital!!! I guess I should just start calling it my second home now. It's winter break and some children are playing around close to my room. “Hey Brody, Sharon, Simon, Alice!! Keep it down and quit running around!! I'm actually trying to meditate here!” I shouted as I opened my door to face them. They just stuck out their tongues simultaneously and I couldn't help but chuckle at that.

  I guess I should introduce myself now. Hi I'm  Lennah Green. I'm 17, I have blue eyes which I'm grateful to my mother for passing them down, light brown hair with strands of blonde and I'm a 5'3. I'm in looooveeee with food, long naps, Netflix and just doing little things that make me happy like playing with children and just trying to play video games(which I oftenly did with the four delinquents I mentioned earlier.) Oh and people say I'm not a good listener.

  Now let me get to the reason why I'm in the hospital. For a seventeen year old, I should be partying my ass off, going to the malls with my besties, just worry about how Monday sucks, how I don't wanna go to school, which boy I have a crush on and following up on the latest trends and all the other crappy stuff. I, on the other hand, keep on worrying about the fact that I'm living a life with a 50% chance of survival. I have an illness called Congestive heart failure,or as I like to call it CHF. It means that my heart is not pumping blood in the amount my body would want it to. Ninety percent of people suffering from it die in a year. For the past six years I've been trying as hard as possible not to go under surgery so that the doctors could put a pace maker in me which will help with the blood pumping. My doctor says I am lucky to have been living for that long without a pace maker but now but I had no other choice but to undergo surgery by the end of winter. It was my only way of actually surviving. Complicated, I know. But on the bright side, six years without a pace maker is quite impressive if I do say so myself.
     I finally gave up on meditating and I was on my bed watching A million little things on Netflix. It had barely started and I was already crying on the first episode season 1 and I had already watched the whole thing twice before. Pathetic right. Well that's me for you.

   My sobs get cut short when someone walks through my door. It was Bob. My man nurse that looked after me since my first check up. “Hey Lenny, are you still mad at me for instructing the cafeteria not to give you any junk food and taking away all the stock you kept in your room? ” he asked with a little worry in his eyes. I couldn't help by smile and I walked over to him and hugged him. “You know I can never be mad at my Bobby Wobby” I said teasingly which made him irritated. I laughed at that sight. It was my mission to annoy him everyday and I never failed at that. Me pictures receiving applauds and roses from a crowd after an astonishishing performance. I grin in satisfaction.

  “Honey, I just wanted to make sure you carried enough undies,” my mom came in running.
“Ughh momm!! We talked about this! It is not my first time to be here and please stop embarrassing me!” I say and Bob couldn't help but chuckle.

“I know sweety but-” I cut her off. “You are supposed to be on your way Janet's to babysit her sons. You promised her, now go!! I'll be fine,” .

She hesitantly walked out and shouted an ‘I love you’ which I'm pretty sure the whole hospital heard. I had finished unpacking and putting up cute pink heart stickers above my bed. I got into the shower and spent a whole hour singing along to Dermot Kennedy's songs. I just loved him. Feeling like I was starting soak like a potato, I got out, dried myself and got into my SpongeBob SquarePants pajamas. As always, my hair is in a messy bun and I had no make up on. I stared outside my window and saw many people walk by. They seemed happy. I spotted a group of girls taking a selfie by a coffee shop close by. I don't know if you've picked it up yet but I don't actually have  friends my age. Just children,  Bob, his girlfriend Avery who worked at the hospital's cafeteria and Mr. Walter, a sweet old man who had CHF too. It's been a while since we talked. I wanted to know how the grandkids are doing. My thoughts got  interrupted by my ‘time to take your meds’ alarm. It brought me back to reality. My 50% chance of survival life.

Finally after crying my eyes out when I finished reading The fault in our Stars, again, I fell asleep.

Who's proud of me😎😎 I know I am. 😂😂 Well, I hope you actually like it😊❤️.

Ly.