My room was cleaned spotless, my cozy bed covered in two dozen quilts.
Stacks of cards and pots of flowers littered the nightstand.
A few bundles of balloons floated above the bed.
An oxygen tank and mask was tucked between the bed and nightstand.
A sweet smell lingered among the room.
I lay there, buried under the covers of my bed. My bald head rest against the soft pillow, my face sinking into the comforting smell of my bed.
«last day»
Mother sat on the bed on my left, sitting next to my father. Jonah lay there next to me, spooning I to my side. My chest was heavy, making to difficult to breathe. My head pounded and my body ached.
When my vision because blurred and hazy, I tucked my head into Jonah's sweatshirt, and took in my very last breath. The last words I heard came from Jonah:
"I have always loved you Miley."
In a small whisper.
I kept his scent in me,
making him my last memory.
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Her Cancer Story (completed)
Teen FictionMiley is a 14 year old girl with Leukemia. She was diagnosed when she just turned 7. Miley has been in relapse since she was 11~ before she was ever in Middle School.
