It was a starry night. I only point this out because well, I hadn't seen a lot of stars in my lifetime, and when I did It was usually pictures in book or on TV. You see, I couldn't go outside much in general, a majority of my life was spent lying in bed, making walking the halls every so often if I had the strength to. I sound really lazy, huh? It wasn't my choice though, I had to lie about all day. I thought I'd start gaining weight and lose what little figure I had, lose the light tan I had. Well, I was almost right. I did in fact lose my tan, I never had color in my cheeks, I looked like a ghost. Instead of gaining weight though, I started losing. I was your average 110 pound girl before lazing about all day. My weight went to around 88 pounds. This kind of scared me, but I could see how it happened considering I never had an appetite anymore and was constantly getting sick and losing whatever food I did manage to get down. The medicine and treatments could have also affected me, but not like I could stop taking it, I wanted to stay alive, I wanted to see more of the world, I wanted to see those beautiful stars for real every chance I could. I didn't get that chance though, taking all of that medicine, going through so much pain and suffering for no reason. That's not true. I got to be alive for the time I could, and when I died I died how I wanted.
My name is Elena Drake, I died at the age of fifteen of what turned out to be a fatal type of cancer called Osteosarcoma, which is a bone cancer. I lived a happy life, had a few friends along the way, I would say I was a quiet, yet loud around those who were close kind of person, and tended to get along with everyone. I remember a week or so after my 15th birthday, after getting my driving permit I started feeling weak and tired a lot. My mom had taken my into the doctor, and they suggested I go to a more professional doctor rather than a family doctor. This had never happened before so I thought it a bit odd and started feeling nervous. A couple days later after the referral was received by the new doctor, I went in, had multiple tests done, which really sucked because I couldn't stand needles. We went home after all the testing was done and about a week, probably less than that, my mom had gotten a call from the doctor. I remember sitting on the couch watching some cartoon while she was in the other room when the phone rang. She answered, shortly after I heard a crash and quickly went to see what had happened. She dropped a plate and it had shattered. I asked her what was wrong, her eyes glassy with tears, the tears soon falling down her cheeks, she held my hand and told me what the nurse had told her. Of course, my expression went grim, tears formed in my eyes. I hugged her, trying to comfort her the best I could. Everything after that was multiple hospital visits, and eventually, staying there and waiting.
I was waiting to leave, beat the poison in my body, fight it off, but I guess my body wasn't strong enough against the enemy, I had been defeated. Don't look at this as sad though, sure I didn't live to be a mother, get married, and all that, but I married a good life with my mom and brother. It was great while it lasted. Some people leave the earth sooner than others, some get to move on, others had unfinished business though. I met some of those people the day I died, I could feel them as I was lying in the field of lilies on a cold night, I could hear them crying, asking themselves why they had to leave so soon, then others were quiet, and smiling. Feeling my body go cold, the voices getting fuzzy, the only feeling that set in was numbness. My body slowly went numb and I said goodbye to the world. Next thing I knew I woke up in a favorite dream of mine. The dream was one I had when I was twelve, my brother and I had been playing pirates, then suddenly everything turned real and we were actual pirates on a ship. The amazement in our eyes when looking around, seeing the treasure, the real pirates, it was all so cool. Something started changing about the dream though, the ship turned into a raft and I was all alone. I just wondered the sea for a while, looking for anyone, then everything went white.
I was face to face with a being that didn't look human, their eyes were white, no pupils or veins, their skin was the same, but the veins stood out very clearly, they were a deep purple. The being looked sad as their eyes met with mine. They seemed to be in pain. Walking closer to them, the waters turned to glass, everything was bright. I knew who this was. This was my worst enemy, the one who had taken my life. I took their hand in mine and smiled. "It's okay" I told them, my eyes filling with tears. "I don't blame you for all this, so don't blame yourself. Life was great while it happened, just maybe, don't snuff out the lives of others you know?" After saying this, they started crying. Their tears were red, blood I'm guessing. They hugged me tightly, and all I could hear was screaming, it was so loud my ears began ringing as everything went dark.
I woke up.