Dear Diary,
More time might be taken form me... They say that the blood was a sign that it was spreading.
They weren't sure if I would get the rest of my 100 days. I sat in the hospital bed crying that whole night.
Whenever mom came I pretended I was asleep... As soon as she left I was a mess. I could feel how swollen my eyes where. It also didn't help that my throat burnt with every breath. From the constant throwing up.
Even though I tried to hide it, I knew that she had noticed me crying. But she was giving me space it let it out and I was thankful for that.
Love,
Annabel
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Dear Diary: My Last 100 Days
Teen FictionDear Diary, Leaving this world was not by choice. So since I had no choice I wanted to leave something precious of mine behind. With you I leave the last 100 days of my life. Love, Annabel
