It’s cold, I’m sick but its summer, January to be precise. How sick you ask? I have a high fever—45.5 degrees. According to the doctors I’m lucky to be alive no one ever survives more than a week with this condition yet I have survived five years.
“Alexis it’s time to go to your check-up.” On the car drive to the doctors I said to my mum, “Why do I have this horrible condition why am I the girl with the life-threatening disease”? “Well sweetheart I wish I could answer all your questions, but all I can say is I’ll keep praying and loving you no matter what.”
Once we had arrived at the doctors, my doctor whispered “hello” all my doctor ever says is hello in a very silent voice. “Get into the machine,” demanded my doctor. I ran into the machine as quick as my little legs could carry me. Emotions overwhelm me like juice overflowing a cup. As my doctor turned on the machine it screams in activation, all with a sudden stop!
“What do you have against me? You have already killed her. You have been trying to save my life for five years and now you are trying to kill me. I just don’t get you!”
The machine freezes. It won’t budge. I push with all my heart content but I see nothing except smoke. I begin to feel drowsy and my heart stops. I hear my mum crying so I use all my strength and push the door and it swings open hitting my doctor to the floor I laugh and cry all at the same time. My mum says it’s time to go. We run to the car together and she speeds off.
Questions rush my mind as I lay in bed why did the machine malfunction? Who did it? Why did my mum say run? Was this done deliberately? All the questions hurt my head as I feel a slight twitch in my arm and then realise that I’m in bed and slowly and peacefully fell into a deep sleep.
The very next morning I wake up to find my mum packing her bags and screaming into the phone. I wonder what she’s screaming about all of a sudden, she stops and says pack your bags we are leaving. As I pack my bags I wonder why we have to run away from our problems, it didn’t make sense I just don’t understand.
As I get into the car and strap on my seat belt I hear a shriek that sounds like my mum so I walk into the house and see her on the floor, lifeless and motionless. Then I realise that she has been murdered. Suddenly I feel guilty like I should have protected her for longer, it just wasn’t fair! Then I see my doctor, who runs up to me and hugs me so tight that I cannot breathe. Then out of nowhere I fall and hit the ground feeling injured and useless. After some thought I get up but find I’ve been pushed back down.
I feel as if I’m dead but I know that I am alive so get up and say, “What do you have against me? You have already killed her. You have been trying to save my life for five years and now you are trying to kill me. I just don’t get you!”
He grabs me and suffocates me and I know now that I am officially dead. It is hard to accept but I know in another world I will be ok and I will be the best of the best. This time I guess I wasn’t lucky but I am truly grateful that at least I got a life to live and I am proud to say I made the best of a bad life. Goodbye.
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