Natalie's Hope
By Darkened Moonfire
Rating: K+
Category: Angst/Tragedy
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Chapter 4 Death
A/N: sorry I haven't updated for a while! hope you like it
Death
Dear personal, private journal,
Oh, I am so depressed. I have not gotten better since I last wrote which was four months ago. I have been feeling absolutely horrible the last couple of days. The doctors have me hooked up to this odd machine. I cannot move very much but when I do….Ow!
Sorry, I just had a sharp pain in my leg. It felt like a thousand very pointy, very sharp, small needles piercing into my skin. Cough cough!
Oh, I feel so…so…oh I can't think of the word for it. Possibly sick or miserable. I have no idea. I am very weak right now so I must stop writing or else I won't be able to feel my hand again…
Love,
Natalie
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1 week later
Dear Natalie's diary,
Sniff Sniff! Sorry I am just so sad. I will try my best to tell you exactly what happened. It went like this:
Natalie was in her hospital bed. She was so pale, she looked like she was a ghost. There were dark circles under her eyes. She was sleeping, but her breathing became erratic. I was absolutely terrified.
I was crying softly, praying. Praying that Natalie would live. Praying to God that she would survive. I was praying deeply and intently. And I was praying hard.
Then all of a sudden, Natalie woke up.
"Mu-Mum?"
"Oh, Natalie, you're awake! I was so worried!"
"Mum, I d-don't fe-feel so g-good."
"Wait here I'll get the doctor. Ok honey?"
"Ok. Mum."
As I walked quickly to the door, Natalie said,
"H-hey m-Mum?"
"What dear?"
"I-I love you!"
"I love you too, Natalie."
I went out to the doctor and told him that Natalie looked and felt absolutely horrible. He went in her room and I noticed that Natalie had fallen asleep.
"Natalie, darling, wake up."
----Beep, ----Beep, ------Beep, ------------Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
Natalie didn't wake up. She never did again.
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Over the next couple of weeks, Valerie McDonald cried for the loss of her daughter while she cleared out Natalie's things. In the midst of her various journals, notebooks, and books, Valerie came across a beige envelope with "Mum" written in Natalie's handwriting. Inside she found a letter that seemed to have been cried on, for there were tear smudges everywhere. Valerie opened up the folded letter, her old hands shaking slightly. Then she let out a soft sob as she read it:
Dear Mum,
I have decided that I shall write this letter. If you find this, then I'm most likely…Well, I didn't make it. I would have been escorted by a bunch of beautiful angels up to the misty cloudy magnificent place called heaven. Anyway, if I didn't have leukemia, then I wouldn't be writing this. But here it goes….
Mum, I just wanted to tell you that I absolutely love you. I love you with all my heart. With all of my small shattered heart. My heart broke the day dad died. Then it shattered once more the day I found out that I was sick. It shattered into tiny miniature pieces.
Anyway, I love you. I've always loved you. And I always will. No matter where I am. If I'm unconscious or even if I'm up in heaven, I will always be with you. I will be watching over you, no matter what happens. I just want you to know that.
You are probably devastated, but as my cold loving tears spill onto this paper, I wanted to tell you that you meant the world to me. I'm spinning on this world, crying, no sobbing. I let my tears fall. I need to let them fall. I need them to wash out my sadness, my happiness. So when I die, I will be cleansed and I will be able to star anew. Oh, how I don't want to leave you. It will be such a pain to leave. You will be a mess, but I know you will eventually overcome the loss and sadness.
I do not want you to worry. I will be in a better place. I will be in a wonderful, terrific spot. But, most importantly, I will see dad again. I miss him so badly. I do not want to leave but yet, I cannot wait to see dad again
I have one last thing to say:
Goodbye. Goodbye, Mum. I love you. Know that I will be watching over you forever and ever. Goodbye world. Goodbye to my life. I will now be set free.
Natalie McDonald