My new story. This may or may not be finished, but I really like the way I was writing it.

I DID IT IN FIRST PERSON YESSSS.

Anyway, enjoy!

I walked up the white painted pavement steps to the hospital doors, and examined the nurse assistant sitting at the desk, chewing gum obnoxiously and twirling her hair, talking flirtatiously to somebody on the other line of the black corded telephone that she held to her ear. I approached her cautiously, and handed her a slip of paper, stating that I was allowed to visit an unstable patient here.

She looked slightly annoyed, placed the black telephone on her chest, and turned the annoyed frown into an exaggerated, fake, but friendly smile. She starting telling my fathers hospital room number. Number 254, I memorized it and walked across the plain white tiles beneath me.

After wandering the halls aimlessly, I found the room, and gently knocked 3 times on the door, before a muffled and worn voice spoke, very softly,

"Come in."

I stepped in, and the door made an eery creaking noise.

I saw my ill struck father, lying in the bed, staring blankly at the TV. Flowers,balloons, cards and candy surrounding him. My heart hurt.

"Hi Dad. How was the chemotherapy?"

He nodded, signaling a fine.

"Mm..my b..ba..by...Kagome."

I just stared at him, and smiled, tears began welding up into my eyes. He was pale, pale enough to the point that you could trace his green and blue veins all the way up his arms. It was frightening.

He looked up with me, his eyes cold, and he began moving his pink lips, trying to mouth words, words I couldn't make out, when his eyes shot open, he jerked himself up, and he began making disturbing noises, forced screams. They became louder and louder, and the normal paced beating of the machine went berserk, beeping madly. In a panic, I backed up, and screamed for help in the hallways, and my father only screamed louder, before he fell back onto the bed, and the beeping stopped, he was silent. The beeper made a repeating buzz. I turned back at him, tears streaking down my face. I hesitantly began walking towards him.

"Dad?"

My voice was cracking.

"Dad?"

Footsteps of nurses and doctors were becoming clearer, and before I could reach my father they shoved me away, shouting medical terms I didn't understand. I stood there, watching them put to circular devices on his chest, and a doctor kept reciting the term

"CLEAR."

While pushing down on his chest.

They did this several times, before they pulled down their masks, and looked at me.

I'm positive my face was red and swelled, and I could still feel massive amounts of tears pouring down my face.

They had pitiful looks in their eyes, and just continued staring at me, before a male doctor, I believe he was in his late 50's, approached me and put his hand on my shoulder.

"Miss...I'm sorry. But...it appears that your father has passed."

My pupils dilated smaller, and I tried to speak, but all that came out were sobs.

I brushed past the crowd of doctors and nurses standing there, and looked at my father lying on the bed, lifeless, empty. Dead.

The doctors left the room, letting me have a final goodbye.

I collapsed onto my fathers still chest, and I began bawling into his hospital gown, clinging to him. I did this for about half an hour, before a nurse came in, and pulled me off of him, repeatedly apologizing, stuttering slightly.. I exited the room, the feel and smell of death was very strong.

I shuffled down the halls, and the crying wouldn't cease. I exited the building, and the annoying nurse was eying me. Her eyes looked pitiful. I didn't want pity. I didn't want pity at all.

I now was walking down the pavement steps, and headed to the parking lot. I found my motorcycle, and slided on the seat. Rain began pouring down heavily, drenching me in the water.

I didn't care.

Slipping my helmet on, I headed to give the bad news to my mother and brother. I didn't want to see their devastated face. Hell, I didn't want to see anyones sad faces at the funeral, but I had to. I have to be the strong one now. I don't want this to happen to us again...I don't want this to happen to anyone again. I started my ignition, and set off on the empty road, heading home.

Hey Dad, I love you.

Uhm, well there you have it guys. That is it...

I would appreciate some reviews.

They would be quite lovely at the moment.