Till now I always got by on

my own, I never really cared until

I met you.

- Alone by Heart

I don't want to die like this, it's sad and lonely.I want to die like the average person, in the place with whom they love. I never wanted to look back at what I missed out on, what a usual teen does. I wanted to face

love,

tragedy,

jealousy,

heartbreak,

happiness,

the usual things that occur around this age in my life. I was so close yet now I'm stuck in here until i die.

"It's time for your medication," the nurse said turning her attention to the dark room.

"My, it's dark in here"

I wake up to find myself in a lightless room, the blinds are closed and the lights are quite dim. I look up to find the nurse holding out my medication. If there one thing you know about me it's that I've had cancer for

the longest time that I can remember.

"Okay," I reply popping the pill into my mouth.

"How are you feeling today Ino?"

She looks pretty worried to me, but she asks that to all the patients, by now it must be a habit

"Just fine"

She doesn't seem top stop looking so carefree to me.

"Uhmm... nurse, How many days until I die?

She began looking at me with a half smile but half shocked face saying "T-T-That's not something we should be asking, is it?"

"No, mam" I begin squirming over to lye on my side and rest for a while.

It's silent all I hear is the ticking of the clock and the doors sliding open in the other rooms, I'm wondering what time it is, I feel a little hungry. I sit there patiently waiting for lunch time (Okay, I lied anxiously waiting),

waiting for the boy to come in right through that door across the room. I never new his name but whenever I had troubles he would always listen to me during lunch, I even told him many stories about my life. I told him

every story I could remember. This boy was very important to me. He's the only reason I haven't given up onlife facing my disease. Each day I took as a countdown, marking of days in my own mind thinking if I could

do anything about, which I can't. I think I met him about two weeks ago. Ever since, he's been my reason for hapiness......

TWO WEEKS AGO...

In my mind a tally has been marked of, how many more days till I die I wonder. Oh well, nothing I can do about it. I really don't

want to leave and I don't want anyone to be in pity of me I'm not pitiable. It's not worth pity.

I don't even know the exact date I die, either way I count down so when I die I then know how many days it will be.

I'm tired now I don't even feel like eating, but no matter how many times I tell the nurse she makes me eat anyway. So what is it today soup or noodles. MmmmM.. I can smell it, soup. I don't want to eat so I let it lye on my tray, I see the

heat rising from the soup. On the side there is a fork and a spoon placed beside it.

(I don't why the fork's there, it's soup, forks aren't needed) I guess I'll try to foce myself to eat. After thinking again

I decided to playb with it at least I look like I'm eating it. I can hear footsteps growing louder by the second.

It seems to be going to our room. My blinds are covered only one side is open to see. I see someone come in he heads toward my side of the room.

"You shouldn't be playing with your food." By listening I'm sure it's a guys voice.

"Umm, who are you?" even if I wasn't trying to be rude, I don't really know him.

He looked pretty shocked for a moment. maybe I'm imagining it or something. But he bagan speaking.

"Well, I was looking for my friend who's being hospitalized here but I got lost and I ended up finding a little girl playing with her food."

We look about the same age, don't call me that. Who is this guy anyway he's quite high and mighty for his age.

"I haven't seen you here before, what's your name?," I feel as if we've met before, maybe a resemblance.

"I come here every day to comfort the people in the hospital."

"W-Will you listen?" I say hesitantly.

"Listen to what?"

"What I have to say. My stories"

He gave out a smile that can melt the average teenager, "Hhmph, Of course."

From then on it's been an everyday thing to speak to him everyday. He comes at my lunch time, he likes to lecture me a lot but

he listens very well. I tell him things like how I've always wanted to go to the ocean one last time. With every

story he replies with such a positive statement, he even told me one day he wants to take me to see the ocean. He gives me advice and

comfort for any trouble or dillema. One day I plan on telling him what I'm scared of, like death.

PRESENT DAY...

I'm still waiting..

So bored..

Isn't he coming..

Please

come.

I have a special story I want to tell him. He'll be the first to know. about....

My First Love.