Winona's P. O. V: A Short Story
Winona's P.O.V
The doctors words echoed through my dying brain.
"You have five days, Winona."
"I'm sorry dear."
"Stop lying!" I screamed.
"I don't wanna die!" I sobbed, pounding my fists on the crappy hospital mattress.
"Mama, don't leave me!" I cried as my mother rushed out of the room in tears.
"You're not the one who's dying you selfish pig!" I screamed, pulling on my hair.
"Help me, p-please!"
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I'm Winona Finley. I am 16 years old and I am very sick as my mother says. I don't know what's wrong with me though, the doctors refuse to tell me. They say it should be the last of my worries and that I just needed to be focused on being happy, which quite frankly is impossible to do when you know that you have a disease you don't understand. …show more content…
I don't have friends, I don't go out shopping, I don't drink Starbucks, and I don't prance around in Uggs and tribal print leggings.
I am going to come out and say this though, I am the queen of fashion. I really do think my white hospital gown really brings out my eyes.
Quick, somebody call up Vogue! This depressed and slowly dying teen would make an awesome front cover!
On another note some fun facts about me are that I love shiba inus, my favorite food is hospital cafeteria BLTs, my favorite color is light green, and did I mention I'm dying?
It's scary to think that this will be one of my last days on this planet, I've got four more to go and I'm already bracing for the lovely existential crisis I'll be having tonight!
I don't know what I'm going to do these last few days
The doctors words echoed through my dying brain.
"You have five days, Winona."
"I'm sorry dear."
"Stop lying!" I screamed.
"I don't wanna die!" I sobbed, pounding my fists on the crappy hospital mattress.
"Mama, don't leave me!" I cried as my mother rushed out of the room in tears.
"You're not the one who's dying you selfish pig!" I screamed, pulling on my hair.
"Help me, p-please!"
_________________
I'm Winona Finley. I am 16 years old and I am very sick as my mother says. I don't know what's wrong with me though, the doctors refuse to tell me. They say it should be the last of my worries and that I just needed to be focused on being happy, which quite frankly is impossible to do when you know that you have a disease you don't understand. …show more content…
I don't have friends, I don't go out shopping, I don't drink Starbucks, and I don't prance around in Uggs and tribal print leggings.
I am going to come out and say this though, I am the queen of fashion. I really do think my white hospital gown really brings out my eyes.
Quick, somebody call up Vogue! This depressed and slowly dying teen would make an awesome front cover!
On another note some fun facts about me are that I love shiba inus, my favorite food is hospital cafeteria BLTs, my favorite color is light green, and did I mention I'm dying?
It's scary to think that this will be one of my last days on this planet, I've got four more to go and I'm already bracing for the lovely existential crisis I'll be having tonight!
I don't know what I'm going to do these last few days