• I'm lying in the hospital bed feeling sick as ever. It isn't fair, I'm only twelve, why should I be dying? Is even trying to heal just a pointless endeavor? I'm just fading slowly, I'm about to cry. I will be sad, so sad, if I die. But maybe I can be happy, and leave this endless nightmare. That's to hard to believe, it can't be true. I'll pull the plug. I'll make my dream come true.