27 June 2012
I feel like Samson, like the bible story: a boy called Samson grew strong because of his hair and was told never to cut it, one day he told his 'lover' about where his strength came from and she had it all chopped off and Samson was weak and bald.
I don't feel strong though, I feel.......joyous. Maybe it's something to do with my name? Joy.
Dan was know in hospital because of his cancer and it had spread all up his body, our wedding was in two more days. Please survive until we say 'i do' at the alter. The day if our wedding was the day the baby was due, so I might be in hospital, with Danny giving birth.
Suddenly, a man came running to my hut door shouting, I leapt up of my creative bed from deep thought. "What?" I asked, walking towards the door anxiously yet curious,
"Daniel, Danny, Dan. Come. Quick." was the only words that left his mouth. Quickly he ran off, but then stopped quite a good distance away, bit I could still make out who he was, he was beckoning for me to follow. I did. I sprinted up to him, my several foot long hair trailing behind me, still running i shouted,"Wait up! Wait for me! Bly Daar!"
I was in for a huge shock when I saw Dan.
We were at the hospital, and when we found his room he had a crowd of doctors and nurses fiddling around with injections and stuff.
"I'm sorry Miss Joy, but Sir Daniel has only 4hours to live. Very sorry." the doctor apologised, I felt tears spring up in my eyes, I sunk to the floor crying. My Danny was going to be gone before tomorrow.
I need a miracle.
Joy • Opuss № I