A Final Song, A Last Request.
Summary
Ever since I was a little girl, I was never one to plan anything. Not what I was going to do over the weekend, what I was going to say at my graduation speech. I just made up as I went along. I went with the flow, so to speak. That is until it came to my death. I never gave anything much thought until it came to that point in my life. You see, I was dying. Nobody knew of course except a few doctors and my older brother Jimmy. I couldn’t tell my friends. I didn’t have the heart to tell them. I couldn’t bare to see the pity in their eyes, the sorrow every time they would look at me. Call me a coward but, I couldn’t. The only person I told was my brother, Jimmy, who above all, I trusted more than anyone else in this world. I couldn’t keep a secret around him no matter what. He knew I was dying but, didn’t argue with my choices. He respected them. I couldn’t keep a secret from him. He was the only one who knew out of everyone I loved and cared about. Cancer. Leukemia. They’re ugly words. Words that cut you deep and leave scars. My life was coming to a close, my expiration date was near. I was told that I only had two months left in this world. I refused to get treatment. I refused to die hooked up to machines and lying helpless in a hospital bed. I couldn’t do that to myself. If I was going to die, I would die my way, regardless what any doctor on this planet had to say. As hard as it was, I was forced to make the decision to end my life in the most painless way I could think of. My name is Teagan Sullivan. I’m twenty two years old. And I died on May 27, 2005. "To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure." -J.K Rowling
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tbh, I'm not entirely sure where it's going either. I'm just making up as I go along and so far it's turning out better than I planned. :) Thank you!
8/11/14