Angel
Chapter 1 My life is a nightmare. I'm a 12-year-old girl, stuck in a hospital, for the rest of my life. I was diagnosed with leukemia just a few months ago, and I'm still recovering from the shock of the doctor telling me. I know I'm going to die, there's no hope anywhere, and all I can do now is wait.
It's sort of fun here in the hospital, but it's not home. I can't play here in this hospital, or go to school or have lots of fun. I'm sort of trapped in this little room, all by myself. Once in a while, a nurse or two come in to check on me or to feed me. My parents come in every day to keep me company for about an hour or two. They just left a few minutes ago, and I'm here now, in my bed, looking out my window, watching the people of New York City go by.
All I mostly do al day is gaze out my window, read, and watch TV. My favorite pass time is to gaze out my window. Watching things out my window are my only way s of communicating with the outside world and can nature. All I can do is dream of the day I go to heaven, where I can become an angel and do what ever I want in the outer world. Maybe I can even become a guardian angel to those that live here, so I can follow them all over town.
I sat there, upright in my bed, following a girl with my eyes walking across the brightly lit street, away from the hospital. She looked about my age, maybe a year or two older. Then I saw the homeless man who often visited me and still does visit me, pull something out of his pocket. I could not tell what it was, for it was so far away, but I could tell that it was black. Maybe it was, a wallet, no! A small umbrella, or - Charlie, my homeless friend, held the object up, pointing it at the girl I had been watching. No! It couldn't be! That would be horrible! It couldn't be a - BANG! Charlie had just pulled the trigger of what now turned out to be a gun.
The girl he had been aiming at, and the girl I had been watching, was lying on the sidewalk, blood spilling everywhere around her, laying there, dead. I looked at my clock. 12:00 AM. Midnight! I looked around frantically, hoping to see a nurse walking by. No one was there. Charlie had disappeared now, but the girl was still lying there helplessly and unattended. People were walking by her, as though she didn't exist; no one was helping her! I wanted to scream, but nothing came. I wanted to ring the buzzer on my nightstand, but then, I couldn't. I couldn't get Charlie in trouble! He was my friend, or was he? I was so confused! What should I do? I waited and waited.
An hour later, somebody finally decided to do something, and the police and ambulance were taking her to the hospital I was in, which was right across the street. She was unmistakably dead, I knew that. Nothing could help her, even the best doctor in the world! I lay there quietly, praying to the Lord. That was all I could do. Now I just had to wait for morning, to ask about the girl, and to think correctly, because I was too tired now to do so.
The next morning, I turned on the news, and heard all about the murder, and that no one knew whom the murderer was, and whoever it was had not been found yet. Should I tell someone that I knew, or would they think I'm crazy? After all, I was on all those meds, and had leukemia. Would they really believe me? I was starting to not believe myself. After all, I was normally dreaming then, but it seemed so realistic. And it was on the news. It couldn't be just a coincidence, or could it?
Chapter 1 My life is a nightmare. I'm a 12-year-old girl, stuck in a hospital, for the rest of my life. I was diagnosed with leukemia just a few months ago, and I'm still recovering from the shock of the doctor telling me. I know I'm going to die, there's no hope anywhere, and all I can do now is wait.
It's sort of fun here in the hospital, but it's not home. I can't play here in this hospital, or go to school or have lots of fun. I'm sort of trapped in this little room, all by myself. Once in a while, a nurse or two come in to check on me or to feed me. My parents come in every day to keep me company for about an hour or two. They just left a few minutes ago, and I'm here now, in my bed, looking out my window, watching the people of New York City go by.
All I mostly do al day is gaze out my window, read, and watch TV. My favorite pass time is to gaze out my window. Watching things out my window are my only way s of communicating with the outside world and can nature. All I can do is dream of the day I go to heaven, where I can become an angel and do what ever I want in the outer world. Maybe I can even become a guardian angel to those that live here, so I can follow them all over town.
I sat there, upright in my bed, following a girl with my eyes walking across the brightly lit street, away from the hospital. She looked about my age, maybe a year or two older. Then I saw the homeless man who often visited me and still does visit me, pull something out of his pocket. I could not tell what it was, for it was so far away, but I could tell that it was black. Maybe it was, a wallet, no! A small umbrella, or - Charlie, my homeless friend, held the object up, pointing it at the girl I had been watching. No! It couldn't be! That would be horrible! It couldn't be a - BANG! Charlie had just pulled the trigger of what now turned out to be a gun.
The girl he had been aiming at, and the girl I had been watching, was lying on the sidewalk, blood spilling everywhere around her, laying there, dead. I looked at my clock. 12:00 AM. Midnight! I looked around frantically, hoping to see a nurse walking by. No one was there. Charlie had disappeared now, but the girl was still lying there helplessly and unattended. People were walking by her, as though she didn't exist; no one was helping her! I wanted to scream, but nothing came. I wanted to ring the buzzer on my nightstand, but then, I couldn't. I couldn't get Charlie in trouble! He was my friend, or was he? I was so confused! What should I do? I waited and waited.
An hour later, somebody finally decided to do something, and the police and ambulance were taking her to the hospital I was in, which was right across the street. She was unmistakably dead, I knew that. Nothing could help her, even the best doctor in the world! I lay there quietly, praying to the Lord. That was all I could do. Now I just had to wait for morning, to ask about the girl, and to think correctly, because I was too tired now to do so.
The next morning, I turned on the news, and heard all about the murder, and that no one knew whom the murderer was, and whoever it was had not been found yet. Should I tell someone that I knew, or would they think I'm crazy? After all, I was on all those meds, and had leukemia. Would they really believe me? I was starting to not believe myself. After all, I was normally dreaming then, but it seemed so realistic. And it was on the news. It couldn't be just a coincidence, or could it?