We All Say Goodbye

• Kayla Burden, Grade 11
• Short Story
• 2015

~Sienna's P.O.V.~

I'm tired of holding on and on and on, I really just want to let go, because I'm slipping away slowly. My memory slowly fades, but that's okay, because the important people in my life are still with me as I lie, on, well I guess you could call it my death dead

The past few days have been unbearable, I've been in so much pain, and so tired and just ready to give up. Austin, isn't really happy with my attitude, but he understands that I'm just in so much pain and I'm so tired and I'm ready need to be in peace.

It's the first week of November, and I can tell, my last week in life. I lie on the bed breathing in and out as Austin is asleep on the stool beside me and my parents are at the canteen, having a bite to eat. I then suddenly begin to feel extremely drossy, and I feel like I'm slipping, and then I close my eyes and my breathe slows down and down, I know this is it, I've finally meet my end.

I love you mum and dad
I love you Austin
I will never forget you's

~Austin's P.O.V.~

It was November 3rd, at approx-mentally 7:43am that Sienna toke her last breathe. I had been asleep and was awoken by a long beep on the machine, and doctors rushing into the room.

The next few days pass slowly, I was asked to write her a epilogue, and I will, she deserves it. It was hard to write it, but I did, and her funeral is today. Her friends and family are here, and we all crowd into the chapel, ready for her mass. I sit shaking my leg as I wait to go up, and half way threw, I'm asked to stand up, I take a deep breathe, ready to read

"I was asked by the Harwell family to write an epilogue for Sienna, so hear it is, Sienna, she was a beautiful and strong girl, and she was able to accept all of this before anyone else could, she is really a big inspiration too a lot of people, even down to her final days, she could crack a smile, and that's why I loved her, she was able to make you feel like there was hope, she made you feel warm inside, anyone who met her could tell you that. I only wish that her life wasn't cut so short, I wish the world had more time with this amazing girl, but we didn't, but I think I, and everyone else can say, it was a privilege to meet a girl like her." I tell them, tears in my eyes, Losing her, is like losing my own meaning, nothing will be the same again,