Today was the day I would strike off the last and tricky thing from my list, I hoped. My heart skipped a beat as I saw her enter, her clear brown eyes longingly scanning the room, looking for me. “It isn’t one-sided, after all.” I smiled to myself. Tucked mischievously behind a curtain I saw her getting tetchy, preparing to leave.
The butterflies in my stomach briefly made me forget the discomfort I was in. I was glad the doctors had insisted on keeping me under observation here. Thanks to this hospital, I found the love of my life! Who were they trying to fool though? I knew my time had come. I wasn’t really the child they mistook me for.
I’ll let you on a secret. Unbeknownst to anyone else I made a bucket-list last month. I’ve heard it is a big and important thing for dying people. I would’ve told Mom but she cries a lot even if she looks at me nowadays. Is it my appearance? I wonder. She didn’t mind looking at the boy in that movie though. I forget its name now. Some famous actor played my real life character. Cool, isn’t it?
Now, I know the list must be something fancy and adventurous but I was too tired to think or find a diary to write it on that day. Procrastination isn’t good so I scribbled three points behind an old prescription leaflet lying on my bedside table and made small check-boxes in front of them. It looks good, yes? 🙂
I finally blackmailed Dad (since I’m not allowed to have burgers, sigh!) last Sunday and got the first item checked off my list. Second one was a bit tough, what with me being restrained to the bed all day. I spent some time playing in the swimming pool instead. Small compromise, but I’m happy.
The third one, however, seems like a sticky one. I shouldn’t have taken the teenager tag too seriously I guess. I’m not even sure it is worth it or not.
This girl, my angel, and I are both headed for heaven soon. The nurse said that she has some kind of terminal cancer and she won’t make it. She likes me but doesn’t know anything about my list yet. I would like to believe she has one too. Would she understand my love and help me go away in peace? I must find out soon. A progeria patient never has too much time, you see.
Adding an old post for Write Tribe Festival of Words June 2017.
Write a story about a character who finds out that he or she is dying and has been knocking things off his/her bucket list and has finally reached the last item.