God...
Dear God,
Hope the letter finds you at you best. Wait you are God. So you will always be at your best. My fever is taking a toll on me. I can't think straight. I realised that. It's just the starting of the letter and I have started complaining. Silly me!
Although I speak to you everyday(which you don't reply to),I am still writing the letter. The doctor tried to hide it from me but I know the truth. After all it's my body. I know it the best. I don't have much time left here. So I'm writing a letter to each and every near ones. People who stood by me in my roughest times. Although you took away one of them.....Anyways, so I thought of writing a letter to you. And why won't I? Afterall you are the one who allowed me to live till this time,gave me the best parents, the naughtiest brother,the perfect friends and my soulmate....Although you know everything about me what's the harm in telling it again. Afterall my end is nearing. Why not blabber for the rest of the time.
I'm Sam. Sam Johnson. 16 years old. My life was a fairytale till that time....I had everything a girl could dream. Everything. So you can say how grateful I am to you. I had many dreams back then.I wanted to enjoy my adulthood,spend the time partying and outing, become a teacher, marry the man of my dreams,become the mother of a couple of children. But life is not constant. It throws challenges at you. Life wasn't partial to me in this matter. But I guess it chose to throw something at me which would make my fairytale world end and turn it a nightmare. But I am not complaining. I think everyone needs to go through a fair share of joy and disasters. I got all the world's joy till that time. Now I needed to suffer. Suffer until death delivers me from the pain. But the very thought of dying haunts me. The fact that I won't be able to see my mum dad, my brother and my friends make my heart ache. I dont want to be lonely! What is there after death? Is it total darkness or something else? Call me coward but im afraid to die. The very thought of me makes me gasp for air. But no, I need to get the fact straight that this disease cannot be cured. There are many people dying from this pandemic now and then. But many of them have also been given a second chance to live. Guess I dont get that. But I'm not complaining about it. Well maybe after all i won't t be much lonely since I am sure I have someone waiting for me on the other side. After all we promised that we wont leave each other....Well then i guess i should start from the beginning as to how i caught the death's messenger. Not that you dont know. But just to ease the dull ache in my heart, please bear with me till the end of the letter.
