Ok, I got bored and randomly thought of a story, and decided to put it up on here, tell me what you think:
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As I felt the cold, icy, black water press against my still fighting body. I realized that I wasn't breathing. As I struggled to resurface from the choking black water, I felt my thoughts pull together as they clicked inside my head. I was dying. Part of me was saying, No! It is too early for this! I was too young to die! No!, but another part said, At least this death will be slow, and calm..peaceful almost, I will finally be at rest..., I closed my eyes thinking this over and over, thinking that this couldn't be undone. But suddenly, an invisible force, one that I couldn't see through my blurring eyes, pushed me to the surface, and I started to breath again.
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I woke in an unnatural bright, white room. I was in a bed, something taped under my nose. I reached to rip it off my face, but I felt a warm, cooling hand grab my hand and hold it. A voice said calmly, "Oh honey, we thought that we had lost you," the female voice said with fear. I realized my whole family was in the room. I spoke in a hoarse voice, one so quiet I thought no one would hear. "What happened to me?," was all I could stutter at the moment, but a million questions stirred in my mind. "Honey, you suddenly p*censored*ed out on us, then the doctor told us that you had a sudden case of cancer, we thought you were gone," a male voice spoke this time. I recognized my father's voice. I was suddenly surrounded by hugs and kisses and sighs of relief. But I wasn't relieved. I had cancer, a number one killer in the U.S. I was going to die early, I knew it. I was going to die of young age, because of a sickness. I couldn't fight it, for I knew right now that I was being overtook in a deadly virus, that would destroy everything in it's path, and I wouldn't be able to stand it. I knew that my time was coming, and I was scared.
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After a few days in the hospital, I was finally allowed to go home, to see everyone and tell them that I was ok. But I knew I wasn't okay, I was going to die, I kept stretching that part to my parents, but all I got in retun was, "Just don't think that way hun, and you'll be fine." Lies, lies, lies, lies, lies, lies. They were all lies. I never knew until today that the world was filled with so much spite, so much hate and greed. So many lies. It made me angry. I locked myself in my room, only to come out when I needed something to eat. I always thought that I would die as something good, someone important, someone who would be remembered. But know, all I would be remembered by, would be the weird school girl, who died of cancer. I didn't want to believe it, but I saw it coming, this was a change in fate that I wasn't ready to endure. I wanted to live to a good age, not die young. These facts I had to accept, no matter how much I didn't want them to. All I could think was, It's not fair, It's not fair, why me? Why? I had so much to do in life, so much I was planning, and now it is all going to waste, these thoughts clouded my mind, and I couldn't get my head straight, my thoughts where jumbled, I couldn't think, my grades became ludicrous. That was when I knew that my time was coming soon. My parents thought I was insane. But I knew better, they weren't the ones dieing right now. It was almost as if I could feel the virus inside of me, slowly taking over my body, and as it neared, ready to make it's final blow, it would strike at a time I wouldn't expect it.

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Over the period of time, I noticed that my skin had paled, and my silver blonde hair faded until it was almost a ghostly white color. There was absolutely no color in my cheeks, and I was thinner, my mom suggested taking me to therapy, but I insited otherwise. I couldn't stand the thought of draining all my thoughts to a 'doctor' who would tell me what my problem was when I already knew it. I was dying. Those three words, what more could you need to understand my problem. I couldn't understand why they didn't see this as I did. It was not rocket science. I knew that I was going to die, and if I was, (which I knew I was, there is no if to it) I was going to make my last hours matter. I had called one of my friends up, her name as Ginnia, she was your average girl, and she was not dying of cancer. We went to the movies, and had an awesome time, but then came the time to tell her I was dying. When I did tell her, she didn't take me seriously. But when I explained why, tears started to come, and I knew she believed me. She dropped me off and left without a word to me. When I walked into the door, expecting everything that I would usually see, instead I find my parents screaming at each other. I never thought I would see it happening, I ran to my room in tears. I was supposed to make my last hours matter, but now I was doubting it was going to happen. I went to my room thinking suicidal thoughts. I considered them but then thought, I am dying anyways, there is no point in it, and there was no point. I realized. I decided to wait out my fate in my bed. Waiting for the pain to come. It never did. I ended up falling asleep, and unfortunately waking up the next morning, knowing I was due for another day of fighting the fate that held me in its' icy grasp. My fate had changed...and I wasn't ready to endure it....

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Well? I know it is terrible XD but let me know your honest opinion...