Maybe it was all a dream. Maybe I wasn't really dying. Maybe I was already dead. When I opened my eyes, my vision was foggy. I could see two blurry shapes beside me, and behind them, it was all white. My senses slowly came back, and I became vaguely aware of the beeping of a heart monitor beside me. I could smell something too. It almost didn't hold a smell, but it felt refreshing. Soon I became aware that, every time I either took a breath in, or let out a breath, I felt a sharp pain deep in my chest. For a while, I focused breathing shallowly, to keep the pain at a minimum. My vision slowly cleared, and I recognized the two 'shapes' beside me. The blonde one, sitting beside me-I must be in a bed-was my mother. The darker haired one standing behind her was my dad. As my vision continued to clear, I noticed that both my mother and father had tears streaming down their cheeks. My mother took my cold, under-oxygenated hand, and squeezed it tightly. "It's okay honey, really. You can let go this time. Gus - Gus is waiting for you", she whispered, her words strangled by her tears.
I'm not afraid of dying, I never have been. Unlike my dear Augustus Waters, I'm also not afraid of Oblivion. But I think, what does scare me, is leaving them. Ever since I got sick, it's been mom's job, to keep me alive. To care for me. To love her sick child, the child that she always knew was destined to die.