Dear Diary,
I know I wasn't in good shape. I know that I didn't have long. The days where coming to an end, and as each second passed along so did my time.
It was getting harder and harder and I was struggling. Pain was all that I knew now. That along with the constant beeping of the machine next to me.
But with all that I couldn't see and I couldn't feel. I could not hear.... I wasn't myself. My body was unable to move much as each movement made me feel like I ran a marathon.
At night I would always hear crying and during the day a hand was firmly holding mine.
Diary.... I don't think we have much time together. My entries will get shorter and shorter.
But just know that I still fight. I fight for the life that is getting taken away from me.
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
