All my life I never felt the wind run though my hair while I run from the danger. I never knew what the meaning of life was. I thought it was full of heart breaks and people dying. I was always told that my life was not important. I never lived. I was always sitting in the window looking down at the kids play, wishing I could be them. But I knew that I never could because of my lungs. Or the fact that my mum was hiding from things. The monsters that rule us. I never knew what they looked like, but I knew that they killed you without a second thought.

Mum always had to risk her life for me. I have Cystic Fibrosis, or Lung infection that will never go away. Anyway she had to get the cans air, so I could breathe more easily. They are no doctors anymore, so the cans of air are our best bet. Then, we risk our life to get the medicine for it. Luckily for me, my cystic fibrosis isn't that bad right now.

Mum always feels like this is all her fault. She thinks that is her doing that I live with this condition. I tell her that it isn't her fault and that I am fine. It usually works unless I start to cough hard. It's then that she breaks down.

Then there's Mickey. He helps my mum get the things I need to keep breathing. He's a great lad, but I would never date him. It's not worth it; I would die before I have lived. He comes over and chats with me. He watches over me while mum's at work. He's about five years older than me. He's the only friend I have ever had other than my mum.

I wonder if all those kids would enjoy their lives if they knew that I could die at any point during the day. I remember life before those monsters came and took it away. Everything was sunny and happy. There were no worries. I could go to sleep at night without the fear that I might never wake up. But I was seven then and things have changed a lot since was bearable and okay, but then the bombs fell and things were revealed.