I glanced over at the open door. That door. It ruins everyone’s life. Especially hers. I hear my mother talking to her softly, calming her down. It’s really quiet here, until she starts up again, doing that cough of hers. I would normally say its fake and she’s trying to get attention but, in the middle of the noise that comes out of her, whatever it is, is pain. Pain and lots of it. I wake up to hear her scream, cough out in pain. And it doesn’t just scare me, mum’s worried sick. She knows it’s soon. And it is.
Her Death’s Coming.