Summary: When Jamie first finds out she won't have much time to live, she couldn't help but feel hopeless and wish it was just another nightmare.
Hopeless
I didn't understand. It had been only a couple of hours ago the doctor had told me of my condition. Yet I could not seem to grasp the concept of what was spoken to me. My eyes stared blankly at the plain white wall of my room. What did this mean? Surely I must've misunderstood. Was this a dream? Another nightmare that seemed to be trying to convince me such falsehood was true? It appeared to be so. Though it occurred to me to just ask my father when I went downstairs the following morning I knew I wouldn't. I would be far too embarrassed if I found myself wrong as I believed I was. Or was it that I couldn't bring myself to inquire a dangerous question like this one? What if it was true? What if it wasn't a nightmare at all? Did that mean anything I had ever accomplished or wanted to become meant nothing? Would nothing hold any meaning to me anymore? It certainly wouldn't mean anything to the world if such was not a lie. Tears began to form at the corners of my eyes. Was my entire life all for nothing then? If this was not simply my imagination, my existence had no place anyway.
Short but I hope it was done well.