I was in a hospital bed, holding on, for two special people to arrive. My mom was pacing the room, with her arms folded, looking pissed off as usual. When the two arrived, I made her leave (kind of mean). No one knew how sick I was, but I did. One leaned over to hug me and I held him close with one arm and wouldn’t let go. The other wouldn’t hug me, so I made her hold my hand. I finally felt content, and smiled, then took my last breath. They were both in panic and shock. Then my brother ran in, from the hall, really upset that he wasn’t in the room too, and that he didn’t know I was going to die. He was kicking things and yelling. My mom came into the room and was hurt and complaining that I made her leave. I woke up with tears streaming out of the corners of my eyes.