We'd not really talked about it, but I'd been thinking about it since I was tole. It's not really something anyone wants to think about, 'specially not someone who isn't old. I mean, me- I mean, I'm only young, and Death is the last person I want to meet. That's why it scared me so much when I looked in the mirror.
I don't know how to say it. Not without being straight. It's something you can't dance around. I knew I was gonna die, is what I'm trying to say. I mean, I think I knew it was gonna happen when I heard I was sick. When Holden tole me that I was looking better. How Mom kept crying. I didn't wanna die. I don't think anyone does. But somehow Holden telling me that he'd bring me the mitt, that made it better.
D.B. was good. In those last few hours, they were all sitting by me, but D.B. was there the most. Holden was trying to be there, but he was having trouble being all there. I know that D.B. was properly there for me the whole time, cause what he did was he read me one of his stories. Mom fell asleep on Dad's shoulder, and everyone else listened to D.B. as he read to me, and I knew that they were all as there with me as they could be.
