The Dying Girl

The Dying Girl

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I know I have little time. Momma says I should try to enjoy life while I can but i don't know if I can. I mean I'm DYING! I have leukemia and I'm suppose to die next year in January. I can't stand seeing my mother cry, seeing her not stop crying telling me "it'll be okay" that i'll be in heaven and i'd smile and pretend i'm okay but the truth is I'm scared. I'm scared that when I leave here it'll be dark and i'll be all alone. My best friend sits with me at lunch but even she doesnt want to be seen with a dying girl. I'm Frail, I'm Ugly,I'm always tired, and I'm not exactly pretty. The doctors said the tumors spread so badly there was nothing they could do, I don't like being helpless. I don't like being the dying girl.
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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