Rain: Welcome to one of my most cliché stories yet!
Emi: So if I'm here that means…
Rain: Do you think I'd forget about you Emi~?
Emi: I wish you did…
Rain: Well, too bad! Since Amaya's been my victim about death (A/N: though yeah I made a sequel), I decided to use you XDD
Emi: Why not Umeki?
Rain: Well… I don't know :))
Emi: *anime fall*
Disclaimer: Rain does not own Inazuma Eleven or any of its characters. She only owns Emi and the very cliché plot.
Supposedly everything today was supposed to be normal. Me being tutored like always, taking my stroll around the building and later lying on my bed until...
"You're… you're kidding right?" I said too shocked to believe in what my mom had just said.
"Your dad and I decided that you should at least socialize with people outside the hospital. It's not that we don't like your friends here but…"
"Mom, we talked about this. I'd rather be tutored here than take regular school. You of all people should know I won't be able to take part in any athletic sport and considering my condition, you already know my fate…"
I've stayed here in the hospital for most of my life. Most doctors have tried to help me but came into a conclusion I'd die sooner or later… Then again there are some doctors who haven't lost hope. They've conducted research and different tests hoping to find a cure but… I've given up on that already… My parents are wasting a great amount of money for my treatment. I'm nothing but a burden to them.
My mom tried giving me a reassuring smile, "Don't say that, you'll live Emi. Just bear with the experiments a little more and-"
"I heard you and dad talking about euthanasia…" I sighed, "I don't think I can bear the tests anymore…"
"Then at least live a bit for your own good... If you think you won't make it then at least make your life worthwhile. We won't subject to euthanasia especially now. It's a miracle that you're still alive, you know that right?"
I remember that day, five years ago, one doctor said I'd pass away once I turn twelve but here I am still in the world and fourteen years old. I've prayed to the gods asking why they have not ended my strings yet, though I've never gotten a single reply. Maybe I'd find their reasons out of this white room.
"Alright," I nodded.
Rain: Ugh… need to sleep… Well at least I got to publish! :DD Sorry if this chapter's real short...
Emi: Suggestions and constructive criticism is advised! Please review and tell us what you think ^^
