Dear God,
I was told to pack my things today.
They acted all calm when they told me I had to go to the hospital the next morning. They told me that my tumor was growing faster than it ever should and that I would need to see a doctor as soon as possible.
I blew up, like a grenade.
I don't know if they expected me to scream and cry but it sure looked like they weren't surprised.
I will now be moved to the place of the sick and dying.
Please help.
-Alice
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Letters From Alice
Short StoryDear God, I am dying, I know I am. Why me? Why me? Why me? The real question is, why anyone? How could something so small kill a person. That's the thing about life though; its small. I pray that it will all go away. I don't think my praying has he...
