PROLOGUE
Beep, beep, beep, beep. The footsteps and squeaking wheelchairs always move past my room. The shadows that peak from under the door moving back and forth seem to never end. The sweet fragrance from flowers intertwining with the chemicals that always seem to linger in the air. Then there is the shadow of a Grim Reaper. The Grim Reaper that always seems to be hovering over every occupant in this hospital. Always there. The beady eyes of death staring into your soul. He opens his mouth. A thick, black fog comes rolling out of his mouth, It carries the scent of death on it. Then he raises his scythe with a smile as he claims his prize of the day. Then nothing. Maybe one day he'll take me, I don't like the feeling of being left behind. I hope to be the next prize he carries with him. I hope he takes me so I can see her again. Then maybe I won't feel so alone.
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Together ( til we part)
Teen FictionBeep, beep, beep, beep. The footsteps and squeaking wheelchairs always move past my room. The shadows that peak from under the door moving back and forth seem to never end. The sweet fragrance from flowers intertwining with the chemicals that always...
