Chapter 2
The nurse came in with my breakfast, and frowned as she saw what I was
watching. "You know," she said, "That girl is in this hospital right now,
dead. She's going to be buried tomorrow." I looked down at my hands. They
lay motionless on my light blue bed cover. "How old was she?' I asked.
"13," Olivia replied. It's very sad. She was very young, too young to die."
"I'm too young to die too!" I stammered angrily. "Yes you are dear Haley."
The nurse handed me my breakfast tray filled with disgusting hospital
food. "Do I have to eat this?" I asked her. "No, but if you don't, you'll upset
the cook, and you'll go hungry." She left it at that, and gracefully exited the
room without another word. I looked at the food. It looks okay, I guess, I
thought to myself. I sighed and picked up my fork.
"I don't want to die." I said this to no one, except maybe the blue jay
outside on my windowsill. The little bird cocked it's head, and flew away. I
whish I had wings, and could fly away too. I stuffed some greasy eggs into
my mouth, and gazed out the window longingly, whishing I could go outside
and be with everyone. I did this all through breakfast.
An hour later, the nurse came to take away my tray. "Good!" she
exclaimed. "You ate!" She smiled weakly, and started to carry the tray out of
the room. "Do you know where Charlie is?" I suddenly asked. Olivia looked
confused. "Charlie?" she said. "Yes, you know the homeless guy that often
visits me." "Oh! Yes, he just moved to California. He said he found his
sister, who is living there, and who is inviting him to live with her." " I
thought Charlie had said he was an only child!" I said. "Don't you remember
dear," Olivia said a little nervously, "he said he thought he was an only
child!"
Olivia left quickly, leaving me very confused and angry. He lied to me? I
thought. He lied to Olivia? Charlie I'm going to kill you! Just wait till I get
better from my leukemia – I stopped short. I was never going to get better.
The doctor said there was no way!
I looked out my window again, thinking about witnessing the murder,
Charlie lying and being my friend at the same time, a girl only 13 dead. It
was all so horrible. I couldn't hold back the anger. All I could do was sit and
stare. What would happen to me if I told anyone? Would they really believe
me? Would they send me to the mental asylum, or would they really believe
me
An hour later, I had made my decision. I was not going to say anything. If
I have to, I'll write it down and keep it until I die, and then somebody will
find it. For now, I had to pay attention to my parents. They had just come
into the room. "Haley dear!" my mother said, as if she hadn't seen me in
years. "We were so worried! I'm so happy you're still here!" I stopped and
liked at her, a little annoyed that she thought I was dead. Then I answered
her by saying, "Mom, I'll always be here, no matter what." My mom just
stood there, half crying. "Oh Haley, we know u will!" "She bent over and
hugged me. "Who ever said "we" know Haley will always be here?" my dad
said, a little annoyed at my moms saying this. My dad had always been
annoyed at my mom for saying things for him that he didn't think was true.
"I didn't know she would, who else did before she said so?" my dad looked
angry, and I saw my mom lip the words "Shut up Harold!"
Just then, Olivia came in. I think she had overheard the conversation and
had also seen my mom lipping those words. She had a weird sort of smile on
her face, as if she were laughing at my parent's conversation, and at the
same time regretting something. "Sorry, but you folks have to leave early
today. Haley is going to start a new schedule today. It's her nap time now."
My parents hesitated at first, but then left the room quickly. Olivia came
over, gave me a few sleeping pills, left, and then I found myself dozing off
into a deep sleep.
I was awakened with a start a few minutes later. A really bright light was
coming in from my window. What was it? Was I dreaming? I pinched
myself. No, I was awake. The light was blinding, but then it started to slowly
fade, and what it turned into, was unbelievable. The girl, that Charlie had
murdered, was standing beside my bed, looking at me.
The nurse came in with my breakfast, and frowned as she saw what I was
watching. "You know," she said, "That girl is in this hospital right now,
dead. She's going to be buried tomorrow." I looked down at my hands. They
lay motionless on my light blue bed cover. "How old was she?' I asked.
"13," Olivia replied. It's very sad. She was very young, too young to die."
"I'm too young to die too!" I stammered angrily. "Yes you are dear Haley."
The nurse handed me my breakfast tray filled with disgusting hospital
food. "Do I have to eat this?" I asked her. "No, but if you don't, you'll upset
the cook, and you'll go hungry." She left it at that, and gracefully exited the
room without another word. I looked at the food. It looks okay, I guess, I
thought to myself. I sighed and picked up my fork.
"I don't want to die." I said this to no one, except maybe the blue jay
outside on my windowsill. The little bird cocked it's head, and flew away. I
whish I had wings, and could fly away too. I stuffed some greasy eggs into
my mouth, and gazed out the window longingly, whishing I could go outside
and be with everyone. I did this all through breakfast.
An hour later, the nurse came to take away my tray. "Good!" she
exclaimed. "You ate!" She smiled weakly, and started to carry the tray out of
the room. "Do you know where Charlie is?" I suddenly asked. Olivia looked
confused. "Charlie?" she said. "Yes, you know the homeless guy that often
visits me." "Oh! Yes, he just moved to California. He said he found his
sister, who is living there, and who is inviting him to live with her." " I
thought Charlie had said he was an only child!" I said. "Don't you remember
dear," Olivia said a little nervously, "he said he thought he was an only
child!"
Olivia left quickly, leaving me very confused and angry. He lied to me? I
thought. He lied to Olivia? Charlie I'm going to kill you! Just wait till I get
better from my leukemia – I stopped short. I was never going to get better.
The doctor said there was no way!
I looked out my window again, thinking about witnessing the murder,
Charlie lying and being my friend at the same time, a girl only 13 dead. It
was all so horrible. I couldn't hold back the anger. All I could do was sit and
stare. What would happen to me if I told anyone? Would they really believe
me? Would they send me to the mental asylum, or would they really believe
me
An hour later, I had made my decision. I was not going to say anything. If
I have to, I'll write it down and keep it until I die, and then somebody will
find it. For now, I had to pay attention to my parents. They had just come
into the room. "Haley dear!" my mother said, as if she hadn't seen me in
years. "We were so worried! I'm so happy you're still here!" I stopped and
liked at her, a little annoyed that she thought I was dead. Then I answered
her by saying, "Mom, I'll always be here, no matter what." My mom just
stood there, half crying. "Oh Haley, we know u will!" "She bent over and
hugged me. "Who ever said "we" know Haley will always be here?" my dad
said, a little annoyed at my moms saying this. My dad had always been
annoyed at my mom for saying things for him that he didn't think was true.
"I didn't know she would, who else did before she said so?" my dad looked
angry, and I saw my mom lip the words "Shut up Harold!"
Just then, Olivia came in. I think she had overheard the conversation and
had also seen my mom lipping those words. She had a weird sort of smile on
her face, as if she were laughing at my parent's conversation, and at the
same time regretting something. "Sorry, but you folks have to leave early
today. Haley is going to start a new schedule today. It's her nap time now."
My parents hesitated at first, but then left the room quickly. Olivia came
over, gave me a few sleeping pills, left, and then I found myself dozing off
into a deep sleep.
I was awakened with a start a few minutes later. A really bright light was
coming in from my window. What was it? Was I dreaming? I pinched
myself. No, I was awake. The light was blinding, but then it started to slowly
fade, and what it turned into, was unbelievable. The girl, that Charlie had
murdered, was standing beside my bed, looking at me.
