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?