The Last Life Line
Prologue
I know that no one is perfect and that some people get ill and die but I somehow figured that that someone would never be me. I couldn't have been more wrong. If someone had told me a couple of years ago that the summer of 2009 would bring me to my death bed, I would have laughed in their faces. I'm here now though and that is all that matters, well other than the cruel fact that I was going to die. Mum won't stop crying and Dad doesn't laugh anymore. My boyfriend's usually cheeky face has never been more sullen. It makes me want to burst into tears, but I can't because I have promised myself that I wouldn't get emotional, that I would just take as a pinch of salt. I've heard the doctors talking about me and there hasn't been any progress in weeks. As far as they were concerned I was a lost cause, a boat stranded out in the middle of a stormy sea. In fact they only think that I have a few days to live. That is totally cool with me, I just want the pain that I am causing my family and the ones I hold dear to stop. I have decided to spend my last days remembering the good times.
My boyfriend, who I mentioned earlier, Jacob has not left my side once because he said that he doesn't want to waste any time which we have left together. Most of the time we spend at the minute is in silence both of us thinking about the same thing all the time, what will happen when I die? My life line is drawing itself in so I must hurry. I know that Jacob will help me put together my memories because he is the kindest and most caring person that I have ever met, and he is also the only person that ever understands me. So here it goes goodbye normal life. A good place to start would be when I was four and me and Jake used to play hide and seek....