Rooftop Finches

It had been 3 weeks since she got herself landed in the hospital. Again. Sickening, just gross. She'd been in and out of them her whole life, making her prone to loneliness. It's not surprising though. When you're born so sickly to the point of having a hospital be more familiar than your own home. Like life laughed in her face and flipped her off with its nonexistent finger when she was born.

No happiness for you.

The same smell of cleanliness and medicine mixed in her lungs. Disgusting, but there really wasn't anything she could do about it. Not unless she died. While it may not happen at this moment, she knew it was coming. How long do people born with cystic fibrosis really live? Not long enough, that's for sure. She knew she wasn't any different, so why hope?? It was a waste of time.

Even though she thinks this, she'll be the one trying to comfort the boy who's usually a ray of sunshine.

This is my 3rd story for the #Panic writing contest. Story is 495 words. I hope you enjoy! Warning: sensitive subjects talked about in this story.