6 months to live

It all started my sophomore year of high school.

The first symptom that struck me was the constant headaches. I was easy to brush it off since I had been overwhelmed with before and after school activities. More activities meant more coffee to poison the pain of maintaining my reputation.

"It's the stress," I would constantly tell myself.

Then it was the small fragments of my memory that kept being stolen away from me. Bits by bits, they would slowly vanish leaving me demented. I though I was going crazy because I couldn't remember simple things like where I lived.

It never occurred to me that I would only have 6 months left to live.