Beep...beep...beep...

"How is she doing?"

"It's not looking too good. She has a little-known heart disease. I'm sorry, but we have no ways to fix it. She has three days to live."

Beep...beep...beep...

Those words... they- they should mean something shouldn't they? I am going to die. Death... I should be afraid. But I'm not, just sad. Three days... I suddenly remembered a conversation I had had with my friend... so long ago it now seems...

"Haru-chan, if you only had a week to live, what would you do?"

"I don't know, I guess I would do everything I had wanted to do, ever."

"Yeah, me too."

What a cruel twist of Fate. Only I had three days, not an entire week. Do everything I had wanted to do. Of course, my perspective had changed over the past couple years. After losing my only friend, Sorano to a different city, and then moving myself, I had become a different person.

Where laughter and happiness once resided, now loneliness and cynical sarcasm take up space. I became the lone wolf in every sense of the term. I had no friends, and now no one cared that I was dying. Dying. Do everything I had wanted to do. Suddenly, I felt sure of myself.

"Nurse, please get me a phone."

"But Miss-"

"I need a phone. I am going to call my father and give him a piece of my mind."

"I am not sure if that-"

"If I'm going to die, I need to talk to him."

She hesitated, then walked briskly out the door to, hopefully, get me a phone.

"Here you are, try not to stress yourself too much. I'll be on the other side of the door, okay?"

I took the phone, and dialed the number I had never even touched before. I held the phone up to my ear.

Riiiing

Butterflies. Why was I doing this?

Riiiing

What was I going to say?

Riiiing

I would yell at him. I would feel better after that.

Riiiing

He's probably not going to answer. I should hang up.

"Hello, who is this?" Of course, just when I decide to give up.

"Hello, this is Haruka."

"Haruka...?"

"I'm your freaking daughter!" Suddenly I was yelling at him. Shouting, screaming. Telling him what I thought about him, just like I had fantasized about doing millions of times.

"And they you left us, you walked out of our lives, you destroyed us! It's because of you that Mom's dead! And another thing-"

"I don't have time for this, I have to go to a meeting."

I sat still for a full second, stunned.

"Well I'm sorry.", my voice was full of acid, low and deadly. "I thought you would want to know that your daughter is lying in a hospital bed, dying. But if you have a meeting to go to, I'm sorry I wasted your time."

I hung up. Tears slid silently down my face, as I tried to tell myself I had done it. I had done what I had always wanted to do. I could die easy now. And with that last thought, I realized that I could. No one wanted me here, I could go. Go easy and free.

And I could be with Mom again...

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

Everything was so hazy. White-or was it black?- crept around the edges of my eyes, so I could hardly see the nurse rush in, her face pale. I felt one moment of pity for her, when everything went dark.

I was nothing, feeling nothing, hardly more than an awareness. There were voices.

"-wasn't time for her to die."

"So what are you suggesting we do? We can't send her back."

"Yes, yes I know. But what about a different world? She can't reincarnate in hers, because she hasn't died peacefully. As far as I know, she isn't even dead at all."

"Yes, yes, it might work... but there are complications... oh! I see what you mean. Very clever. Yes, we shall do that immediately."

I was curled up in a tight little ball on what seemed to be a bed of dead leaves. What was I doing here? There was something before this, something important... it was so hard to remember... I had been in a hospital. Dying. Wait, what? Did that mean that this was Heaven? My eyes flew open as I tried to take a step forward. Instead, I landed flat on my face. Hmm... I thought to the ground. I thought Heaven wasn't supposed to hurt? Maybe Hell? But I thought Hell would hurt a lot more. And I'm pretty sure that Hell isn't supposed to be in a beautifully luscious forest.

Well, I won't learn anything with my nose ground into the dirt. I got unsteadily to my feet, and almost fell again. What stopped me was a huge hand. Grabbing me by the scruff of the neck. Aaaahhhh! What's happening!, I thought, or rather screamed, to myself as I swung through the air a hundred feet from the ground, my arms, legs, and tail swinging through empty air.

What? Tail? What is this? I looked straight down, trying to focus on the unwelcome addition. I got sidetracked by my legs. They were all wrong. The knee jutted out backward, looking extremely painful. Silvery gray fur stood straight out, but that wasn't the most horrific thing. Where are my feet? I thought panicking. They were-they were- paws!

I looked up to see a group of monstrously huge people staring at me. A girl with long blond hair marched toward the boy that was grasping me by the neck.

"Kiba, you put that cute kitten down right now!"

AN: Thanks for reading this... if you did of course. If you just clicked on this story to scroll down and read the AN, well, I guess you're entitled to do whatever you want. Please tell me if you want me to write the next chapter. If you don't I understand. Thanks all! :)