This was supposed to be for Memorials Day, but it was late. It's a dedication story, to my dad who never got to see my passion: writing. So, dad, I hope you would have liked it!
Hermione
There are weird things that happen to all of us in our lives. No matter who you are, you will be subjective to at least one seemingly supernatural feat that changes your life forever. Whether it be finding you have magical powers, some kind of superhero, or you start dying are all things that can fit in to this category, but is not limited to.
These weird things some of us fear. Dying, for instance, is a common fear. The thought of being here one second and gone the next is hard to process and is usually ended with tears and frustration, and of course fear. Death is hard to understand, especially since no one alive on the Earth has gone through it before.
I have never feared death. That doesn't mean to say I understood it, because i'm not saying that. Not even the brightest witch of the ages would know that, which I guess would be me. Death has always been something I THOUGHT I knew. Since I have never been struck with the idea before and just randomly thought of it made it feel unimportant and didn't seem to confuse me.
So no, death never really scared me. Sometimes, like at the thought of the upcoming war, I welcomed it, like an old friend. Death used to mean to me that someone's heart had stopped beating and they were no longer on the Earth. That's all it used to mean to me. Of course, my views have changed.
The doctor in front of me can have the thanks for changing my mind. He pretended to be sorry for my family and I, but I didn't need his pity real or not. I willed myself not to cry, I had to stay strong. Especially for my mother that was going in hysterics and my dad trying to comfort her, but secretly hurting down in his core, too.
Like I said, death never used to scare me, not before. But now it did, it was a scary thing. The thing being how that one little obstacle in your life changing it completely and twisting up the things you thought you knew. The thing I'm trying to say that I have found out, you don't really think about or try to comprehend death until you're facing it in the face.
I could practically see death smiling at me as if saying it was okay, that death wasn't all that awful. But who could say that? No one in this world can say death doesn't fear them in the slightest. And if they do, they are lying.
The papers in front of me insured me that death was very soon. It almost brought tears to my eyes. Just think, this morning I was eating cereal getting ready for a doctor's appointment, and now this. My mother was smiling and my dad cracking awful jokes. It almost made me smile before I remembered the position I was in.
I was surely going ot die, and soon. Death was mocking and staring at me through the words on the paper. The words were his eyes and mouth telling me that I was going to die for the words stared right back and said: Positive, Lung Cancer