Author's Note: This story was made for a book report in one of my classes, but feel free to review.
I don't own the Fault in Our Stars but I do know that John Green does.
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It's been a two months since Gus' funeral, but it feels like it was yesterday. Actually, everything feels like yesterday. Even today. I walk over to the living room, oxygen stand in hand, to watch America's Next Top Model. About a week after reading his eulogy and me isolating myself in my room doing nothing but crying, eating, and sleeping, I feel myself having a harder time trying to breathe. Each day feels like a competition against death. After getting to the couch after what felt like a running a mile I start watching ANTM.
"Time for dinner!" my mom shouted. I sat up from the couch to walk into the dining room. I eat a light dinner of bowtie pasta a glass of water. Since Gus died, nothing has really been said during dinner, unless it's a somewhat important thing. I walk to my room, and sit down on the bed. I've had a super hard time breathing today, a harder time than anytime in my entire life. It feels as if I might die today. I just can't fight it anymore. When I told my parents that I started a harder time breathing, they took me to see Dr. Maria. She told us that the Phalanxifor stopped working on the tumor and they had nothing else to help with the tumor, which meant, and she said this very hesitantly and slowly, I was going to die soon. After the diagnosis, we rode home in silence. I went to my room and sat on my bed looking glum. I heard my parents crying in the other room saying things like "This is it", and "She's gonna disappear forever". I cried too only because of my parents crying about me and the thing they were saying. They didn't want their Hazel Grace Lancaster to fade away from existence.
I lie down on my bed. I knew tonight was going to be the night I die, so I decided to flashback everything important that happened in my life, starting with replaying meeting the man with the name of Augustus Waters. He stared at me during the Support Group meeting. Once we were acquainted with each other, we started chatting, and eventually, for the first time like, ever, I watched a movie with him, with another guy. Then I started remembering the things like Gus' crappy driving, Isaac's pre surgery breakdown, the moment Gus told me we were going to Amsterdam, the activities that happened in Amsterdam like the dinner, going to Peter Van Houten, the aftermath of going to Peter Van Houten, the things that happened when we got back, the moment Gus told me he had cancer again, going into the literal heart of Jesus and writing his eulogy, and the final moment, his death and funeral. I smile after the replay of the events of my life changing journey with him. I quickly write a note for my parents explaining it was time for me to go and put it on the side of my bed. I lie back down, imagining Somewhere with a capital s, and how Gus just might be there. When I can't take it any longer, I disconnect myself from my oxygen tank, and let myself be taken in the arms of death.
Author's Note (This has nothing to do with you ): Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed the story and if you can, please review! Sorry for making it so short but the story only had to be one page, so that's what I made it (actually it was 1 and a half pages but whatevs). Please give feedback on how I did!