Not forgotten

Prologue:
I was so ready to go before; to leave the earth. Soon after I was diagnosed I thought, "Well so be it". But things had changed, people had changed, I changed. And for what? Me to lay on a cold table to sit there while they look past me as a dead thing and not a person, who had a real life, a lost future.
I cant even sit here in this bathroom struggling to breath and think about all the things I could have done, should have done. How my father will react when they see my breathless body lying on the tile floor. What people at school would think. How I won't even be able to mutter one last word to anyone. Or how much pain this might cause them..
My eyes had been welding with tears as I choke violently, struggling to restore breath in my body. I squeezed my eyes shut, attempting to block out the pain. When a fat teardrop had finally fell from my eyes I drifted into the darkness. Then here I am, reliving the last year of my life.