PROLOUGE

There is no such thing as peace. Peace is just a figment of our imagination. A longing our minds wish for. Peace can't be real. There is always conflict, we might have 'peace' with others but we are always having an inner battle with ourselves. They're called thoughts, they swim in your head arguing with each, creating impossible scenarios and creating our own fears. Fear is also fake. If we don't think about it or say it's not true, it's not real. I have learned that my mind has more power over the fictional things then they do over me. Fear, peace, and love. They aren't real. That's why I'm not afraid to die.

My whole life I've been sick. I have a lung condition. it slowly shuts down my breathing. They don't have a cure, but they say they can fix it. That told me that I need new lungs. so here I am on the donor list. Written in big letters under some stranger's name was Piper McLean.

People always say they are sorry for me. I don't understand why though. What did the do wrong that makes them say sorry? Nothing at all. They pitied me, and I'll tell you I hate being pitied. They act as if I'm some lost case, a poor soul that suffers each day. I'm not that at all. I go to school like regular kids, I wear makeup like all the other girls in 11th grade. I even had a high sense a fashion if i say so myself. I couldn't keep as active as I would want but I worked out as much as I can without passing out. So I'm very fit. The only different thing about me is that I have little tubes in my nose to help me breath.

I don't have any friends though. Mostly because people just try to pity me and I don't want that. I want to be treated normally. So in a way I guess I'm a social outcast. A misfit, I honestly don't care though, I basically despise people. All they do is ask me about my problem. I want it to stop. The only thing I have to live for is my father.

Tristan McLean. World renowned actor, loving father, the only one worth living for. He's why I go through all the test and the long day, he's why I try in my schoolwork instead of throwing it away. The reason for living. Yet, I still know someday I'm going to die. And I'm not afraid.

Until I met him. He turned my entire world upside down. His friends did too, I tried to deny it at first, to ignore the flutters in my heart, to ignore the spinning of my head, and suppressed my smiles. He acted like I was regular, he didn't even notice the tubes at first. And his friends did t even say sorry. He didn't either, he treated me right and he still does. Now I don't suppress anything. I let my emotions show and I talk to him. I fell into love with him and there seems to be no way out.