Dr. Langston walked in the room, clipboard in hand. She had a sort of, whats the word, 'expression' that i am just too familiar with. She walked in with the 'im bringing bad news but i hope she cant tell' face. Im tired of that face. The mouth on it always brings bad news."bad news" she said. Wow i couldn't tell. "Whats wrong this time?" I asked. "the cancer has began to travel to your heart, and since this is the first time we have ever seen this sort of 'cancer' there is no cure. I predict That you have 3 days. You only have 3 days until you,well you know" RING-RING screamed the phone. I waited. If the person calling really did care, then he or she would call a second time. So i waited, and waited, and waited. And as i was waiting Dr. Langston slipped out. 50 minutes passed by and the phone stopped ringing after 4. And thats when it finally happened. I finally let my feelings take the wheel,and they drove the car to heaven, but crashed and fell back down to hell, i mean earth. The tears kept coming. It was like the rain, never-ending. The anger was like lightning, hot and deadly. And the screaming was like the thunder, loud and scary. I only have 3 days. ONLY 3 days. I have exactly 81 hours left, until death. 3 days.
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3 Days
Short StoryEmily,a mother of an 8 year old girl named maple, going through a certain kind of cancer that is so rare that there is no cure.She has 3 days.ONLY 3 days of life.Watch as she slowly deteriorates as this heart breaking short story unfolds.
