Truth be told: This is my English project. XD And considering I made myself cry, I'm probably going to make my English teacher cry too. And you guys. Sorry. :(


It had been just over a year AG. I had felt it coming for a few months for a while now. There wouldn't be another Miracle like when I was younger. I had been more than lucky for a long time now. It was about time that someone else took my place in Support Group. My name would be added and read off the ever increasing list, tacked on long after many had stopped paying attention.

It would finally happen. Soon. Today even. My BiPAP barely even helped anymore. I was constantly hooked up to it. My lungs constantly felt like they were being stabbed through with rusty, hot metal while concurrently being smothered in flames.

I understood why Gus had wanted to die most of those days. If he had gone through even a fraction of the pain I was in, it was absolutely acceptable.

My mom was constantly next to me. Now more than ever, that is. Always asking me how I felt, if I needed anything. For the longest time, I only gave her my usual answer. "I'm fine, thanks." But as the days sluggishly dragged on, I couldn't even fake it anymore. My heart shattered for the millionth time when I saw her face the first time I said I wasn't okay.

I felt like the worst person in the entire world. My parents spent so much time, money and tears all just to keep me alive for a bit longer. All I was going to do in return was die anyway. Leave them broken-hearted, childless and in debt. Phalanixfor wasn't cheap, not to mention hospital bills and BiPAPs and oxygen tanks. They tried so hard to believe I'd end up with another Miracle. I didn't believe it, and I know they didn't either. I could the sobs every night through our heart-shatteringly thin walls.

I felt my breathing become even shallower and shorter than normal quickly. My lungs felt like balloons being sat on by elephants. They barely stayed together with all the pressure. My head throbbed.

I wish they would just hurry up and pop.

Suddenly, I gaped and gasped for air. My lungs may as well have been non-existent. Every aching part of my body found itself aching even further. Just pop. I managed to think out angrily and pathetically as my body arched itself in search of oxygen. I sputtered out my breaths. Tears began to blur my vision as I realized my parents were standing right there. Again. This time certain to watch their only daughter die.

With failing ears, I heard the EKG's beeping's get further apart. I tried to suck out more breath. An utter waste of energy, but I literally couldn't control myself from trying. My vision began to grow spots. I felt my mother's warm hand intertwine with mine. Tears spilled down all of our faces.

God, I hated this. Our last moments together would only be a bunch of crying and just waiting for it to happen. I was pathetic.

"'S...'kay…"I sputtered out. Hazel Grace Lancaster's famous last words. "It's okay." Gus would appreciate them.

My mother only cried louder, telling me she loved me. My dad echoed it, choking on his sobs just as badly.

Things began to grow silent. All of my senses were beginning to fail me. I could barely even feel the pain anymore, only feeling my mother's hand against mine and my father caressing my ratty hair that hadn't been washed in way too long. I began to see mostly black.

And then as everything began to stop, I saw Gus giving me his trademark smile holding a hand out at me.

"Come on, Hazel Grace. We've got some catching up to do."


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