So Cat, 15, was diagnosed with cancer, and after months of fighting against it, she has to come to the realisation that it is a lost war. She'd going to die. So she choose to, instead of a bucket list, do a death list. For her friends. God stand by them, it not going to be nice for them.

BTW, of you have any questions about the storyline, or anything just ask me and i will answer it :)

I know that this chapter is EXTREMELY short, but if you review, i will upload the next one, and i promise you, its 3 times as long if not longer ;)

Hope you enjoy it:

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I just couldn't understand why my own body would want kill me.

They tried to explain it to me. Many people. Many times.

I never said anything. I didn't listen to them. And then, they usually went away.

There were times when it got better. Times, you could nearly believe that I would win. If it wasn't for those times when it got worse than ever. Every time there was an improvement, the rebound was twice as bad as before. And I knew that I wouldn't be able to stand it much longer.

I had the feeling that death hated me, wanted me. I hadn't messed with him, no.

I had rang his bell, and then ran away. And he certainly did not like that.

So now I was his whore. He could come to me every time he felt the need, and take everything from me. My love, my family, my friends, my hair, my spirit, my laughter, my happiness, my will...my life. And everyone else could just stand there and watch him. Because he wasn't real. They couldn't take him and throw him against the wall. Beat the crap out of him, or ...kill him.

Because it was me, I killed myself, my own body killed me.

If I would die, everything would be won, and lost. It was an all or nothing game.

I could choose to live with the disease I loathed, or I could ... go on. If I would only know, where it was going.

I had spent many nights thinking about that. I had seriously considered committing suicide.

A few weeks ago, however, when my mind didn't have a solution yet, my body started to take things in its own hand.

Now I know I only have a few more weeks to live. There's no point in pretending. I would have to face my fate. I needed a lot of medulla, and considering that I have a really rare type and neither my parents nor any of my friends could spent, I knew I was lost.

And that was when I made a decision. I will never live for more than 15 years, because that is how old I am right now. So I choose the 5 most memorable or important people in my life, whether in a positive or negative way (excluding my parents) to talk to them. In complete honesty. I would tell them everything, about every lie I've ever said, every suppressed feeling; They will know everything about me.

Because there are two things that a dying person can be sure about.

Number 1: No one will laugh at you, considering your state.

Number 2: You won't live long enough to feel embarrassed.

So I hope you liked it, i already have the next chapter written and finished, so all I am waiting for are at least 2 reviews ;)