Just as a side note, I combined month five and six together since five was so short. The months are separated by a page break.

Well, I don't exactly know what to say. I'm half-way now, five months left. Like I said, it was hard to believe this was actually going to happen five months ago. Now, not so much. You can see it, in the way my flesh seems to have sunken into my bones. My wrist is almost the size of my sisters now. My shoulders aren't broad enough to completely fill my shirts. I always have a feeling of fullness just below my ribs, as if I'm constantly holding in a deep breath. I don't doubt it now, although it's still hard to believe that I'm going to die. I don't think anyone ever thinks about that, they don't want to. I know reality must have recently hit Denni, because I found her almost crying today. I heard a noise, almost a strangled sobbing sound, earlier today. I walked out onto the back porch to see Denni, her knees drawn up to her chest and her head in her knees. I had never seen my niece cry, and I didn't know what would make we so upset now. Little did I know, it was me. She knew my time was decreasing, wanted to be alone for a while. Most likely you'll find out where I went after…well, you know. Just, if Denni tries to reach out to you, can you help her if you can? You're so good with emotions and what people are thinking, and maybe that's what she needs. Because I really don't know how she'll react after I'm gone, and I won't be here to find it out.
-Mal

During her lunch break Natara once again stepped outside, as she did everyday. Each one she grew more impatient, but didn't let it show in her voice. She grabbed her cell phone, checking the non-existent messages. Once again pressing the familiar number on her cell phone. It rang for a moment until the familiar beep once again rang. Signing at this, she once again began her message.
"Mal, it's July, where the heck are you? I'm sick of this game, it's been three months. Call. Me" she said, angrily hanging up. Knowing there was nothing more she could do, she slipped her phone back in her pocket, heading back inside.

In Centerscore, miles away, Mal's battery-dead phone made no noise or sound from the insides of a dresser drawer. It remained inanimate, laying pressed up against the wooden side of the drawer underneath a small leather book.

"What on earth were you thinking?" Cynthia bellowed at Denni. Raven was behind her, giving her half-sister a glance that clearly said she wasn't about to slip into the shadows to avoid punishment. "Where did you even find a fake ID?".
Mal, hearing the yelling, came out the the living room in which Raven, Denni and Cynthia had just entered. August had started, and Raven had only arrived two days ago, and had been leaving the house with Denni at every opportunity. No one even seemed to notice Mal had entered.

"And I thought you both had some sense!" Cynthia continued "I could see one of you doing it, but both? I can't believe you both went behind my back and-".

"It doesn't even matter anyways, does it?" Denni suddenly bellowed. Mal was shocked, he had never seen her so angry "It didn't work, and I didn't even do anything!". With that Denni stomped back into her room, walking right past Mal as if he were invisible. Raven seemed torn for a moment, but soon followed suit and went after her sister. There was the loud sound of a door slamming, and a deafening silence followed.

"What happened?" Mal asked.

Cynthia's eyes seemed to soften as she said "Denni wanted to see if she was a tissue match to you" she said "Raven took her".

"Does she know you have to be eighteen?".

"I've told her that! But she won't listen". She paused for a moment "It doesn't matter anyways. She's like me, four point match".

There was a moment in which the room absorbed her words, then Mal said "Well at least she won't be tempted to try again".

Cynthia slumped down on the couch. "I should have known something was up. Mitch said something was going on, that Denni and Raven were hiding something. I said it was just kid stuff…" she said, but trailed off.
Mal knew his sister was torn. How could she punish them for trying to save a life? Mal remembered how he had done something similar to Natara. That he had gone behind her back also, and felt a sudden surge of guilt.

"I'm going to talk to Denni and Raven" Mal said, walking away from his sister. He knew they would defiantly talk to Mitch if he was here, but as he was often working, Mal figured he was the next best thing.

Nat, I'm really sorry I didn't tell you what was happening. I really wish I could, for now I'm truly seeing how secrets and lies can destroy a person. Denni went behind my sisters back, she wanted to try and donate bone marrow to me, since I've been told that's my only chance. Denni knew she wasn't old enough to donate, but she used Raven's ID and tried to put her picture over hers. It didn't work, and Cynthia had to leave work to pick them up. The people at the hospital were sympathetic, and didn't report them to the police. But I don't think any punishment anyone could give was as bad as the result. Denni found out she isn't a tissue match, and is completely heartbroken. Apparently she was hoping to find out she was a match, then pray they make an exception if Cynthia agreed. I hope what I did doesn't cause more harm than good to you, since keeping this a secret is for your own good.
-Mal