Disclaimer: I've used one quote by Anne Shirley.

Warning- The story takes a drastic change.

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I stumbled over to the wardrobe and shuffled through some clothes. I personally don't like any of the clothing Garfield picked out for me, but to make him happy, I forced myself a smile and picked one out. It happened to be a dark gray shirt, but slightly thin. It's funny how small articles of clothing such as this can make me start thinking about myself. Most mirrors never lie, and in all my life, this one does not. When I turn sideways, I'm only about 5 inches wide.

Another thing I've found that doesn't lie is a weighing scale. This is one thing in particular that I wish would lie to me and tell me I'm at a healthy weight. I'm now at a disappointing number of 90. My life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.

"I'm walking to school! I'll see you later!" I yelled out into my empty house and shut the door behind me. The air took no mercy on me as it attacked with the coldness of ice. Fall is the season between summer and winter, and it always is the troublemaker on my life. It never can decide which season to go with- some days it's warm, then some days it's quite unbearably cold.

I've noticed I'm becoming lazier and lazier with every day that passes. But maybe I'm denying myself and I'm actually getting weaker. I like to tell myself I'm getting fat and lazy, but I guess lying doesn't help in the long run. When I actually decide to realize that I am weaker, maybe I'll know I'm dying. It's sad that I'm coming to the conclusion of death but, this weekend, I ate like a pig, just to show off that I can eat, but I still lost 3 pounds. Can you explain that to me? My doctors can't explain it either.

I hate the world- I really do. I think the only person I care for is Garfield. He's the only person who's actually done anything nice for me- or even seriously acknowledged me before. Other than him, I bear a strong hate for the world and its people. I also hate that my God forsaken school is in the clearing, but I'm not getting closer to it. Heck, I'm walking my legs off, but I'm getting nowhere fast.

"Hey Raven, are you even listening to me?" A familiar voice called out beside me in a familiar car. I didn't even see Garfield pull up, nor did I even hear him talking to me.

"Um, what?" I sheepishly choked out as embarrassment surged through my body.

"Do you need a ride?" He leaned over and pushed open the passenger door and offered me a seat. I gladly climbed in and shut the door. He asked me why I wasn't driving my car. I responded with I don't know, because really, I didn't know.

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(3rd Person)

Beep… Beep… Beep…

"… She let herself go too far."

"… Where are her parents?"

"… She only lives with her father."

Raven woke to a slur of blurry words flowing through her mind. She went to raise her arm but it was held back by the pull of the IVs stuck in it. Where was she?

"Nurse, she's waking!" Nurse- the word hit her like a brick hitting a wall. With in two seconds, she jerked forward trying to get away- desperately; urgently; compellingly. She didn't even take heed to notice how familiar the voice was that just shouted.

"Hold her down! Get something for her!" Screams filled the room as frantic nurses tried to hold the struggling teen down with enough force to inject her with a sedative. But once the needle was in, only a few seconds past and the screams were gone.

Just silence.

Beep… Beep… Beep…

"I'm sorry you had to see that, Mr… uh, what is your name?" One of the nurses left in the room politely stood beside a chair occupied by another teenager. With elbows on knees, head in hands, he refused to look up at the woman.

"Garfield Logan," He muffled between sobs to choke out his name.

Garfield couldn't let his mind go at ease. It kept racing back to the bustling hallways of the school they were at just two hours ago; the same school that he's attended for three years; the same school that won't have Raven Roth in the attendance roll for next year. He knew these few days that Raven will be hospitalized will be Hell for them both. He never knew he actually loved her until he saw her go down in that dreadful hallway; not until he saw her heart beat decrease rapidly while they were in the ambulance; not until he saw her struggling to get up just seconds ago, and couldn't.

Love is the type of word that is used carefully but also carelessly. The word never really meant anything to Garfield until he met Raven. Before, he just picked up a girl for kicks then dropped her when she lost her fun… but now, oh but now he regrets every moment that he lived that 'player' lifestyle. She definitely taught him a lesson in life, but he hasn't quite figured it out yet- all he knows is that he feels totally different now than he use to and frankly, he likes it.

"Hey you," Raven meekly spoke as she came to. Her head was throbbing, and she felt like she'd been sleeping for over two years straight.

"Hey… are you feeling okay?" He jumped out of his chair and quickly went to her side; Garfield kneeled to see her eye to eye.

"…What's wrong with me?"

Garfield had to pause for a moment to figure out how he'd break the news to her. He stared long and hard into her eyes, searching for anything to comfort himself and his love staring right back at him. Tears started so swell up in his eyes and he had to look away.

"The doctors have found that you had Kidney Disease and your kidneys failed. We didn't know in time… and… you're dying, Raven!"

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Sorry about the long idle on this story, but I finally got it out! Please, please review! They make me happy inside

Sadly, the story shall be coming to an end soon. There'll probably be about two chapters left until the end; I doubt if I can fit it all into one chapter… maybe.

Until Next Time…