By breathing is unrhythmic.

I think I am in by bed; yes, it feels like it. 

This is so strange, to know it is my body that is failing my very self. My mind is clear, I am sure of that. Air keeps catching in my throat and I want to put my hand up to my throat, but I can't. Something's stopping me. 

Oh no. I am dying. Dearest God this is it. No more football. No more Heidi. No more school. No more movies.

No more me. 

Who is around me? I can hear them, I can feel them. Is it? Yes, mum and dad are at my head, someone's fingers caressing my scalp. Why can't I tell them to stop? Why can't I get up.

Oh, right. Of course. My tumor must have cut everything off. Hum. This is strange. It's cold. I shiver. 

"Everyone, she's about to go. Say your goodbyes." Someone said. A nurse, I don't remember a nurse.

Yesterday I was playing football, in Miss Davis' arms, with Heidi, and now I am here. Please no, more time, more time!

But she spoke the truth. I was getting colder. Even my mind now is slowing. So weird, to be aware when I am dying.

Someone sobs and my mum moves.

"We love you Alli, go be at peace." She says and dad kisses my head. I know it's him. I know his touch. 

"We'll never forget you, Alli. We'll still play football, and we'll see you on the sidelines." I'm glad Miss Davis is here, I want her here.

"Goodbye, Alli. There's never going to be someone else like you." Heidi whispers. 

"Bye Alli." David says simply. 

"I love you, Alli." Why is Robert here? 


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