Murderers..... [ The Final ]
Paramedics point------------ As i left the guy to help Chelsea, I could hear a faint breath, I did CPR.
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Paramedics point------------ As i left the guy to help Chelsea, I could hear a faint breath, I did CPR.
The story opens with a juvenile lad, Justin, who is caught stealing by the police and is sentenced to community service on the local AIDS Ward.
There once was this boy named Eric who was always alone. This boy never knew how to make friends but he always knew how to make up his own little adventure.
It's such a hard thing to grasp, The knowledge that you will not last, Some hidden illness inside you, Giving you that greenish hue, I wonder why in sadness, And put it all down to madness, People...
"Mike!" cried a rather fat lady with a huge belly "What do you think you're doing?" she was incredulous. Mike had hit a boy on the eye.
She was mad, He was left, Before that night, She'd known nothing right. They were like kids, Loving little games.
You lay there (so painfully still), with shallow breath and disarmingly sunken eyes that once shone brightly with the fierce glint of life.
They didn't know she was bleeding inside, It was unclear why she was crying: It happened so suddenly - no time for mourning, And then she told she was dying.
You glare at me with sorrowful eyes, So I turn to stare at your shadow. You face me and to my surprise, You lean in nicely in the night-glow.
I was awakened by a streak of sunlight peeking through the bundles of mango leaves sticking to random branches and twigs that cover me.
Last week I finished this book and I must say It was very heartfelt and moving.
The hardest thing was going home and facing the rest of my family. When I got home I took a good look at everyone, because I didn't know how many times I would be able to do that anymore.
At this moment, a young male doctor strolled in creating a breeze. He sat down the other side of me. "how are you feeling?" he asked in a calm voice.
I often dreamt of my perfect world when I was little, how I wished it were real.
My old knees ached as I walked up the grassy hill to meet her. It had been too long since I had visited with my dear Gracie. “Hello darling.” I said as I finally sat down next to her in the grass.
I paced around the corridor, I tried to sit still, but I couldn't. I don't know why I was so worried. I wanted him to pull through, of course I did, but I wasn't so sure that he would.
I don't really understand why. I've listened to what the doctors say and nodded a lot. A few painful words stick to my brain, like flies caught in a spider's web. Brain tumour. Nothing we can do.
Chapter 4. September 2006 The chemotherapy riddled through her veins, I could almost see the poison bubbling.
At first I didn't know you that much,. You were in the class above,. You kept pretty quiet,. Silent like a dove,. Then news of your brain tumor,. Swept across the school,.
*A/N: I Dedicate this to Henry Yap <3 who is forever in my heart.* It all began when we first met. She was a bit younger but I dun 'no... It just seemed right. I couldn't help falling for her...
Throughout my life, I have always been the outsider; the black sheep of the family and of mainstream life. Mr brother had always done well in sports. My sister with her straight A's.
He sat there motionless upon his bed. The pillows looked more plump than he did. The blinds let little light linger upon his fragile figure. He was barely awake but he knew I was there.
"Tomorrow morning," the surgeon began, "I'll open up your heart..." "You'll find Jesus there," the boy interrupted The surgeon looked up, annoyed "I'll cut your heart open," he continued, to see...
4.1.12 Last week, well I don't remember if it is a dream or some idea that crossed my mind.