Eleven

sixty five.

now that the initial shock has worn down. i'm now processing the fact that i almost died just now.

i was face to face with death within a mere five seconds.

and i wasn't scared.

the idea of it scares me, but when i was living through it i had no emotion what so ever.

now i fully understand why my dad does what he does to protect me.

i'm just glad i'm alive to realize it.

with my luck, the car accident had to just happen on the day of my surgery.

and despite being furious with me for driving, dallas didn't want to leave me alone. especially not for surgery to receive me dads lung.

he didn't say it, but i think he felt like he didn't deserve it. i told him that he should go, that the lung was already to go for him and that i'd be fine.

but he said no, that's until i made dr.collins talk some sense into him.

right about now, dallas was on the operating table and i was worried.

we thought about how much good can come from this, but it can easily go bad.

i prayed to god today.

you took away my mother.

you took away lily.

maybe because you needed more angels up in heaven.

but please don't take away dallas too.