Nobody but my family knew that I was dying slowly on the inside. No one knew that I was sick, or had a life threating disease that makes me weaker and weaker each day. I was told at the age 10 that I was going to die when I turn 19, that I wouldn't live an normal life. I can't take stress or anger, because that would weaken my little body more. I would t be able to go to college, get married, have kids, then grow old...I always dreamed about those things every day, wishing that I could have those things each day. Deep down though, I knew I can't. I was ready to die, nothing fazed me. Until I met him.

Chapter one coming soon!:3

Ch. 1
  "Macy. Macy wake up. The tests are over." A faint voice whispers. My blueish greyish eyes open. The light was blinding. I blinked my eyes a few times, my head aching from everything that I just went through while I was out.
"Anything new?" I ask groggily. The lady in front of me have me a blurry sad smile and a shake of her head.
"No, everything is the same. Let me go get you something for that headache." She said and walked out of the room. I just laid there in silence, looking up at the white hospital ceiling. She came back a few minutes later with some medicine and a glass of water.
I chugged the water down quickly after I sat up and held my head.
"Macy..." The lady began before my parents walked in with concern looks.
"Is she okay now?" My dad asks the lady.
"Yes, she's fine now. She just had a little attack from the usual." She replied. I watched my parents from a distance, everything still blurry.
My mom wouldn't look at me, just stood there looking at the ground as if she couldn't stand to look at the state I was in at the moment. I hated it. I hated that I was putting them through this.
Losing a second daughter to what ever I had must be harsh on them.
"She needs to stay one more night before she's able to leave." I hear the lady say, snapping me out of my thoughts. I look between them all, trying to get them to look at me atleast once so that they know I'm okay, that I'm fine.
But they wouldn't, they knew that nothing was okay or fine. They knew that I was very sick. My head started feeling heavy and I laid back down, my eyes slightly closing. "Look, she's getting sleepy.
Let's give her some space." A voice I recognized but I didn't know who it was because I was so tired. I hear footsteps leave the room right before I pass out, having beautiful dreams about a a blonde haired brown eyed guy and two little kids that looked like us, cute and beautiful. I wanted this to be real, that I could have this, but of course, I knew it was only a dream. A dream full of hurtful wishes.

                               ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

hhis seems a bit like fault in our stars

Well, it's not. I made this up from emotions I got.



Ch. 2
On the way home, I just stared out the car window. I had little tears in my eyes, but none of them fell down my cheeks. The whole way home was silent. I couldn’t take it! “Mom, can we go get some ice-cream?” I ask, breaking the silence. “Not today Macy.” She replies, not looking back at me. I sigh and look back out the window. Fields and fields of cows, horses, corn, and nothing pass by. When we finally get home I run to my room and open my laptop. My phone laid beside it, since I couldn’t take it with me to the hospital. I checked it first, smiling. My best friend Carly sent me 20 texts. “Dang.” I mutter. I call her, turning on my laptop. She picked up instantly.

“excuse me missy! Did you forget your best friend?” She sorta screams at me. I chuckle.

“No, I was just..busy.” I reply. She didn’t know what I had. It hurts me not to tell her, but I don’t want her to freak out. While she was talking in my ear, I look at Warriorcatsworld, where some of my friends where on. Everyone there seemed happy to see me. I get on the Chatbox and start talking to a few, putting Carly on speaker. “Hey, Wednesday, do you want to go shopping?” She asks me. I thought about it for a little bit then smile. “Sure.” I say, hiding back my laugh. One of my WCW friends were hyper and was really funny.

“Okay good! I’ll see you then! Love ya!” She says then ends the call. I stay like that on the laptop for a little bit until my breathing started to hurt and I had to sit up, taking deep and rugged breaths. My painful breathing always lasted up to 30 minutes, sometimes longer. As always, I wanted to just stop breathing in those 30 minutes. It hurt that bad. “Macy dinner!” My mom called me from downstairs. “Coming!” I reply and close my laptop and head downstairs. When I was three steps down the stairs my legs went limp, losing control of them. “Mom!” I scream as I fall down, hitting my head on the hard floor, cracking it open and passing out.

Trust me Gust, its not from the Fault in Our Stars. These emotions of hers are apparently something you may never know of and I wish I didnt.

Ok.

This was Moon's favorite story that she was writing... Is it Okay if I let her finish it or no? Just wondering..

Look, she was banned for a reason. She can't just use your account to use this website.

Okay sorry Gusty... Just wondering./.\

(Gusty, that was a little harsh. Just saying. Rabbit was only asking. A simple yes or no would have been nicer)

It was a bit harsh but she is right and I'm sure she didn't mean it that way.

Bluestorm wrote:

(Gusty, that was a little harsh. . Just saying. Rabbit was only asking. A simple yes or no would have been nicer)

(Look, sometimes people need to be harsh because a simple yes or no would have not surfficed as it would have seemed that I was being aggressive or non understanding. I understand shes your friend but she was banned for a reason and to let her use your account would be defing that ban. Ok?)