Okay this is the beginning of the new story I am writing...tell me what you think, and since I have no social life ill upload as much as I can if you like this :D
"I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens."- Woody Allen
I was dying.
That was the only thought that registered in my mind as I tuned out the doctor droning on and on. I barely registered the tears leaking from my eyes I wiped them away angrily and stormed out the doctor calling out for me. I raced out of the hospital the cool air shocking my body from the tears.
My name is Braylie Adams, and I was dying.
I sighed sitting on a random bench a man sat opposite of me, he had a grandfatherly aura and smiled kindly.
"hey there." He said smiling.
"h-hi" I said fighting back sobs.
"hey now, whats wrong child?" he questioned putting his paper down.
"I have but six days to live" I said and fought the evil tears back. His eyes softened and he got a determined gleam in his eye.
"I see," He paused looking down at his lap.
"do you want to talk about it?"
"what is there to talk about" I said giving a humorless laugh while wiping my eyes dry from the sighed, and upon looking at his clock he stood quickly and dashed off I sighed and covered my face in my hands. I sat there for hours.
I was dying.
So tell me how you like im gonna work on this one because well...I like it *smiles*