Author's Note: Well, I wrote this like a few years ago. I know that it's bad, and kinda sad. Sorry The ending is crappy. Please Read, and Review. Flames shall be put in furnace to keep me warm next winter.

Warning: This includes a girl with Cancer, as well as death. If you feel emotional or just don't like those two things, don't read.

Death Knocking At The Door

Cancer.

That’s what the doctor said

Exactly one year ago today.

When I was told I had cancer

I didn't believe it.

Me,

A 5ft. 3in.

14-year-old girl,

With red hair down to her shoulders, and

Simply adorable freckles.

But I knew it was true I had all the symptoms.

They were staring me in the face the whole time,

But I was too blind to see it.

After the symptoms took charge

I stayed in my room all the time.

My lungs always feel like there on fire,

Taking a little breath makes that fire

Burst into a raging inferno.

My body is weak,

And that makes me feel useless.

Not to mention the fact

That if I move my arm

About an inch of the ground

It drops in a second from exhaustion.

I have a bit of a struggle to move

But my parents and siblings always help out

When it comes for me having to get up.

That’s when I feel completely useless.

I can't talk straight

Without a stutter or a slur.

I can always forget words

That are too big.

My mind is the worst of all.

My head throbs 24/7

Non stop.

When I try to think

It feels like a bomb went off inside my head.

My eyes come in second place

Behind my brain that is.

I am going blind

In both my eyes.

Actually that’s not true,

I'm already blind in my right eye.

It's just taking a little bit longer

For my left eye to catch up

With its twin A.K.A. my right eye.

I feel like a little kid

A kind of little kid that,

Needs help with everything,

Horrible speech,

Tremendous pain,

A blind eye and

A soon to be blind eye.

I thought it Could never

Get any worse than this

Until...The night it happened.

Knock, Knock

Who could that be at my bedroom door?

My family had gone out again

So I knew I was alone.

The front and back door locked,

No doubt.

But then I knew it all to well.

It was Death.

Death is knocking at my door.

I have been looking forward to this since the cancer struck,

But now that it's here

I can't bear the shock.

I knew Death was coming,

But now it was coming all too quickly.

Am I ready to leave the world?

Is the world ready to leave me?

I guess it's true that when

Death is knocking at the door

That is when you truly and finally appreciate life.

Because that was what I was doing now.

I now wish that I

Hadn't asked my parents to

Take me off my medication.

Why, did I do that?

Oh, yeah I wanted to stop the

Pain and suffering.

Knock, Knock

There Death knocks again.

I wonder how many times Death knocks

Before entering?

Well, I’ll find out soon enough.

Too soon for me.

Now I realize that

After I die everyone that cares for me

Will be in pain.

Not physical pain,

But emotional.

It's starting to sound pretty selfish to

Ask to be taken off my medication to me.

Now I understand that to stop ones

Suffering you must give that suffering

To someone else.

Knock, Knock

That was the last knock.

The last warning.

I watched horrorstruck as the

Door knob slowly turned.

Then the door creeped that

Erie sound, and before me stood Death.

Wait, was this Death?

It was a woman.

Well more of a girl.

She looked about 18-years-old.

Just old enough to be a woman,

But still looking like a girl to me.

She was wearing a black cloak.

The cloak went from the neck down

And had a fairly large hood in back.

Yet she didn't wear the hood.

Her face was pale,

But hey no wonder

She was Death.

Death's face looked like she was

well, dead of course.

Her eyes were as black as night.

I couldn’t tell her pupil

From the rest of her eyes.

Her hair was

Pitch black with a white streak

On her right side.

Her hair went down a little ways past her waist.

That was as much as I could make out

Seeing as my eye sight was blinding and

Well, near blinding.

Was I really supposed to fear her?

But then I noticed, her

Scythe.

That gave me a perfectly

Good reason to fear her now.

She stood still at first, no expression

On her face.

And she was too, silent.

Death did something unexpected then.

She took my hand,

And held it inside hers.

I saw my whole life pass

Before my eyes.

I thought that was only in movies,

But now I see otherwise.

I figured out -Close

To the end of seeing my life

Flash before my eyes-

That she was draining

My memory,

With each memory passing by.

I knew she had

To do this so

I could make room

For knew memory in

The after life.

I couldn't help but smile.

My whole body stopped aching.

All that pain was drifting away.

I didn't even notice that I had

Stopped breathing.

Then everything went black.

I feel into a deep sleep

To never return.

Death left without a word, but

With a smirk on her face,

As her job was done.

Now she was

To carry the soul

Into the land of the deceased.

When her parents returned home they found,

A cold lifeless body,

Laying in their daughters

Bed.

The body was limp and pale,

But looked happy.

But one thing they noticed all to

Well was the smile on their dead daughters face.

Her wish was granted,

All her pain was swept away.

Never to return to her again.

But as usual with a price.

Her parents and siblings mourned over

Her death.

A weak later was her funeral.

They buried her with that

Smile still on her face.

Her parents left the graveyard

Sadly together with their three

Remaining kids.

As they left the grave stone saying;

Lana Marie Sanzio

May she rest in peace

And find eternal happiness

In the after life.

March, 27, 1992-Agust, 18, 2007

And what do you know,

Her eternal happiness has come without

Pain, or vision impaired.

She doesn’t need to breathe so

Why bother.

This is a story of how

One girl was able to find

Her eternal happiness.

Just not in the way

You might expect.