What would you do if one day someone suddenly told you you didn't have a lot of time left to live? Wouldn't you try to fulfill almost everything that is on your 'wishlist' at that moment? I know I would and that's exactly what I'm going to do.
- A FEW DAYS EARLIER –
''It can't be anything too serious. It's probably just somekind of phase that will pass soon.'' I sighed at those words : ''Father, whatever it is, we'll somehow deal with it.'' I know this isn't easy for Father, he already went through the pain of losing his wife and losing his daughter now would be a killing blow. I shifted my position as I was lying in bed trying to make myself more comfortable and the pain more bearable. It felt as if someone was furiously scratching my lungs. It was unbearable to say at the least, but I've gotten used to it. These past few weeks I wasn't feeling very well ; I would cough blood at the worst and at the best I'd have horrible headaches, but it was all part of my illness which was incurable, so growing up I learnt to bear with it. The doctor came last week to take my blood sample and currently we were awaiting him to hear the about the test results. Unfortunately, I was born ill. When I was little, the doctor told my parents that the illness won't endanger my life if it doesn't evolve to a new stage, but it seems to me that it's getting quite worse. Father was walking nervously up and down the room with his hands behind his back, mumbling something to himself. He was the owner of a successful telephone company that was born here in England, but is currently expanding to other countries. His job was already quite stressful for him and me and my illness were just making it worse. ''He's here!'' he exclaimed and hurringly ran outside to greet the doctor. After a few minutes I could hear their footsteps and voices coming towards me. Upon entering the room the old doctor took of his brown hat and greeted me with a smile. He's been my doctor for ages, very kind and gentle. He had a grey moustache and warm brown eyes. I really liked him. As soon as the doctor sat down my father nervously asked : ''So? What can you tell us?'' I knew my Father was expecting a magical miracle to occur, but the doctor's face showed everything but that. ''I'm afraid it's not good.'' Father swallowed a lump and slowly sat down ''W-Why?'' The doctor took a deep breath : ''The illness seems to have evolved to a new stage and...'' he paused and looked at me with such a sad look in his eyes. I knew this wasn't going to be good. ''And what doctor?!'', Father hurried him. ''And, unfortunately, you have a maximum of a year left to live.'' I wasn't as surprised as my Father with that answer, but it still struck me like a lightning knowing I was gonna die soon. I knew it was going to happen sooner or later, but a year is too soon. I was hoping the illness would have some mercy and spare me a bit. I looked at Father, he was blaintly staring at my bed sheets in shock trying to process what the doctor just told him. The doctor spoke : ''I know this is very hard for you and I'm sorry.'' Father slowly stood up and barely managed to stutter ''T-Thank you doctor.''
- HALF AN HOUR LATER –
The doctor had left after discussing some things with Father and also gave me a medicine that would stabilize my coughing attacks. Father came back to my room after walking out the doctor. He sat on the edge of my bed and took my hand squeezing it. ''You know I'd love to be with you know, but I'm afraid I have to go.'' Father had to attend a big dinner party to rapresent his company. I squeezed his hand back and smiled ''Don't worry Father, I'll be fine. The servants are here for me. You should go so that you won't be late.'' ''I-I guess your right'' He quickly stood up and before leaving the room gave me a kiss on the forehead ''Father will always love you.''
Those were the last words he said to me. Some mafia gang interrupted the dinner party shooting to infinity and my Father ended up as one of the victims. Only 15 out of a 100 people got out alive. That event hit me hard. I didn't leave the room for days nor did I talk to anyone. Not only was I on the verge of death so to say, but also the most important person to me was gone. The funeral was horrible. I tried to sustain my tears succeeding at some and failing at others and got furiously mad at those emptyheaded flirty ladies who did nothing but gossip everywhere they went. It didn't matter if it was a party, a dinner or a funeral. ''What a tragedy, she's dying and she's all alone, poor thing.'' ''It's not such a big tragedy because she inherited all of her Father's money.'' ''Maybe she organised the attack at all those people including her Father, to get to the money.'' ''She really is a harbringer of death'' Then they giggled stupidly. Their stupidity was beyond human, hamsters were smarter than them. I wanted to murder them all, but of course that was not doable. After two weeks I began returning to my usual self. I realised it was unecessary to keep mourning 'till death. I put my head in place and came up with an idea. If I want to do a lot of things in this one year period, I'll need help, but my servants aren't really people capable of doing everything. ''I'm dying so there is nothing to risk anyway, I will summon a Demon to aid me.''
Hello!~
Thank you very much for reading my story.
I'm sorry if the prologue was a bit boring, but I felt like I had to make somekind of introduction.
It will get better, I promise c: