One Life to Live
Have you ever felt the rain fall on you in the middle of the night, in a pitch black alley? Have you ever had the sun hit you in the face right as you turn the corner? These moments are what life is all about. The smell of fresh baked pies, the taste of blood on your tongue, the feel of a lover's cheek. What if you found out that your life, and all these's moments would soon be over. What if you were told you should enjoy life for all its worth because soon it would be gone? What would you do? Here's what I would do.
My names Lindsey but mostly everyone around here just calls me Flower. It's a funny story how I got my name, but also a sad one. They call me flower because when I came to the newsies, not by my own choice might I add, I had a bouquet of daisy's and roses and tulips with me. I was five and some of the older boys found me in the park, just carrying around that bouquet and singing. They think my parents just left me there. And when they asked me where I was from all's I said was flower. That's the only word I knew. I don't remember my parents at all; I don't remember anything before that day in the park.
But that was twelve years ago and now I'm seventeen and know lots of words. I have brown hair with natural caramel highlights, which I usually wear down around my shoulders. The oddest things about me though is my eyes, no one can say exactly what color they are but I like to say there almost silver. I'm not too tall only about 5'5 and I have lots of friends. But mostly they are guys. I've known most of them since I was five, because they were all newsies when I got here. My best friend has to be Skittery, he pretty much the only sane one in the house! I can tell him anything.
But back to my story, about two months ago I passed out on the street corner when a man came and took me to the hospital. The doctors where unusually kind that day and decided to actually take the time to see what was wrong with me. After like a billion hours at that sterilized place the nurse comes in and tells me that I'm gonna die.
Pretty shocking news I must say. I have cancer, a tumor in my head and it's pretty much useless to do any treatment because it wouldn't do any good and I don't have no money. She tells me that they don't know how long I have to live, could be a month or it could be years. After that I don't remember hearing anything else she said. I ran outta their as fast as my short legs would carry me. I was scared. But I didn't tell anyone that day. And I still haven't told anyone…
Authors note: ok yea short intro to the story…what do you think??