Chapter 1

  ("Death smiles at us all, all a man can do is smile back.")

  Nothing.

  Nothing was going to cure me...

  As I lay in this bed of mine, decaying slowly, I remembered what the doctors told my poor mom

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  "We've tried everything, ma'am. There's just...no way we can tackle this any further. We're sorry."

  The crying. There was so much crying.

  There was nothing I could say after that. . .

  Actually, I don't think there was anything I wanted to say.

  Deep down, despite seeming so hopeful to my mom, I knew I was going to die. I knew there wasn't going to be any sort of cure for me.

  So what was there to say, really? I already knew what was going to happen. Now I'm just waiting for it to happen.

  So take me, my lord.

  I'm ready.