This is @Sokeefeismyname_XD's story idea! I just put it into words, but she created the characters, storyline, and she was the one who requested the cover! I really loved creating this one. It really is a good storyline. Now, like I always say, Enjoy! :D
I want what I deserve. Was that too much to ask? I just wanted a full life. But then… But then what the doctor said changed it all. I only have a week to live. The pain of knowing I’m soon going to die is awful. And I’m hopeful. I’m hopeful that the doctor will come in and tell me it will all be okay. But of course, the oppisite had to happen. The doctor walked in, and I could tell it was not a good thing. “Rosie…” The doctor said quietly. “Just tell me. It’s already bad enough. What could possibly be worse?” I said as I let a tear out. “We did some tests on your blood and… Turns out you don’t have even a week left to live…” The doctor’s voice trailed off. “What. How long do I have to live?” I sat up quickly in the hospital bed. “You… Only have until about 9 o’clock tonight.” She whispered. I gasped in surprise. “Why?” I asked, trying not to cry. “Um… Well, the medicine started killing you faster than expected. We did the tests, and it estimated for a few more hours until you die. I’m so sorry.” The doctor left the room after she said that. Just my luck. Of course that was going to happen. Luck really wasn’t my thing. Being Rosie Willis used to be the best thing that could ever happen to me. Everyone wanted to be me. But it all changed a few months ago when I was diagnosed. Nobody wanted to talk to me. Nobody thought I was cool anymore. They threw me out the window like I was nothing. They were still nice to me, yes, but it got really lonely after a while. I pulled out my phone, ready to text goodbye to the people that used to be my friends. I told them what was going to happen that night, and that I would miss them. I sat there, waiting for a response. After about an hour of waiting, none came. What had I been thinking? Like they would even care that I was going to die. I felt a small pain in my head, and I felt exhausted. My mom rushed into the room. It was about 8. “Rose… I’m so, so sorry you had to go through this.” Mother kissed my forhead. “No… It… It’s not your fault.” I said. It was a lot harder to talk than I had expected. “I know. I just wish you could stay.” My mom broke out into tears. “Ma’am. I’m sorry, but we need to inject something that will put her to sleep. Her death will be painful. We need you to leave. Lets give her some time to herself, and then you can come in.” The doctor said. “No… Stay.” I said. I felt safe and happy when she was around me. If I was going to die, then I wanted to die holding her hand. She had always been there for me. Even when I wasn’t there for her. I loved her so, so much. Why did this have to happen? I was a good person. I had a good thing going. I was so happy. I was so young. Why did it have to happen? This didn’t only affect me, but it also affected my mom and my dad. I attempted to lift my arm, but I felt so weak. So helpless. My mother rushed into the room, panicking. She went behind me, and crawled into the hospital bed, and wrapped her arms around me. My dad walked in, and his face was covered in tears. He knelt down, and held my hand. My head was pounding, I was dizzy, and I was exhausted. My dad hugged me, and that was the last thing I remembered before everything turned black. And that was when the realization hit me. I may not have gotten the future I wanted, but I had the one thing that mattered. I got to die in both my mother and father’s arms. And that was enough.
