This is a short story about a 17-year-old girl named Amber.

Have you ever had the feeling that you're falling? Yes, sometimes when you dream. But I'm talking about when you're awake and walking around. It happens to me all the time. Well, at least it did.

I fainted once. My head had been spinning all day. Light-headed. Dizziness. I knew something was wrong with me. Then I was walking down the stairs at school. Walking to 5th period. When I blacked out and fell down the stairs. I think I hit my head a couple of times on the way. But since I blacked out I couldn't tell what happen.

I woke up in a hospital bed with my parents staring down at me. The lights were so bright. I shut my eyes quickly. My mom said something but I'm still half awake I couldn't hear anything she was saying. I think they were talking to the doctor.

I just want to sleep. My dad tapped my shoulder and I opened my eyes. The lights had dimmed a little. Mom and Dad seemed sad as they stared at me.

I asked them what was wrong. Almost using all my energy to try and speak. Mom told me that I was going to be okay. But according to the tears streaming down her soft clean cheeks, I definitely wasn't okay. I asked her again. She burst out into weeps and moans. Rivers of water were running down her face onto her nice red shirt. I looked at my father. He had tears in his eyes. It was the first time I'd seen my dad cry.

"The doctor said that," he paused to wipe the tears away, "She said that you hit your head really hard and had a concussion. But you will be fine. We can take you home in a few hours."
I put my hand on his. And asked again but asked what really was wrong. Just then Dr. Annigos came in. She smiled at me. "Glad to see you're awake Amber."
Since my parents wont tell me maybe she will. So I asked for the fourth time what was wrong with me. Dr. Annigos said slowly and sadly that I was dying. Dying? How can I be dying? What am I dying of? How long will I have left to live? Will I get to graduate from high school? I'm only in 11th grade I can't die. I have so many things in life ahead of me.

So I asked her what I was dying of. She answered, "Brain Cancer." Brain Cancer? When did I get Brain Cancer? How did this happen? What did I do to deserve this?

She said that I have about a year and a half to live. Just enough time to graduate from high school, but I'm not aloud to have any adventures with friends. No wild parties, drugs, drinking, sex. What am I contagious? Apparently when I hit my head I triggered the tumor in my brain to start spreading like a swarm of red ants. But when did I get the tumor? Why didn't they spot it earlier? I hate doctors. I hate hospitals. I hate medicine. And anything compared to them.

She gave me prescriptions for some medicine to help with the light- headedness, and dizziness. That was like 5 bottles of drugs. Great.

So I went to school the next day. Being forced by my parents. Some parents they are. Weren't they just crying in the hospital room yesterday? And now they're sending me off to school. Geez.

So I stuffed my 5 different pills down my throat and headed off to school in my car. They're letting me drive. Lame. So I drove calmly to the school and parked the car in the student parking lot. My best friend Tiffany was waiting at our meeting spot. She greeted me with a smile and asked how I was. She saw the ambulance take me away yesterday afternoon. I told her I was fine. That it was just a concussion. There is no way it's going to be easy to tell everyone that I have a year and a half left to live. Depressing.

So she walked with me to my locker when I was greeted by my boyfriend Adam. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into a kiss. He was making this more and more difficult. I grabbed my books for my first few periods and headed off to the classroom where my friends normally meet. I walked in and was immediately surrounded my arms wrapping around me for hugs. I'm glad I have friends like these but I really don't want to tell them that I'm dying. I still have to grasp that concept.

They all sat back down and a million questions went all at once. I got them to be quiet so I could talk. I sat down on the floor and leaned against the wall. "I really wish I didn't have to tell you all this. But the doctor told me that it isn't just a concussion. I'm dying. I'm dying of brain cancer and I have only a year and a half or so to live."

Everyone was silent. You could hear a pin drop. Silence is golden, so they say, but not in this case. Adam sat down next to me. "You're joking right. I mean you not really dying. It's a joke right?" I shook my head. He started to cry. So did Tiffany and the others. They all huddled around me. It was a big crying fest. "Hey guys, I'm not dead yet. So don't act like I am, ok?" I said to them.

They wiped their tears away and laughed a little. Adam kissed me again.

-End of Senior Year - Graduation Party-

I had been to the hospital every two weeks to check on my health. I'm still dying and nothing can be done. The tumor is to far along to cut it out it would cause severe brain damage. It was our end of the year senior graduation party. Yes, that means drinking, maybe drugs and most definitely sex and excitement. I'm dying soon anyway so it doesn't matter.

A Linkin' Park song came on. Most of my friends were on the dance floor. Either with a girl or boy who was too drunk to care who they were dancing with or being drunk themselves. I was sitting on the bleachers of the school gym. It was decorated White and Blue, the school colors. There are too many streamers for me, but who's looking. I had a small cup of beer in my hand and a drunken boyfriend lying across my lap. Tiffany was sitting next to me laughing at Adam.

I put my cup down and started to tickle Adam. He laughed and dropped his cup. Beer spilled onto the gym floor. Tiffany joined in but then had to get up and walk outside to throw up. Adam twitched so much he fell off the bleachers pulling me with him. We were to drunk to notice that we fell. Nothing is hurt or broken.

I layed me body on top of his and kissed him. Some of the guys watching us cheered. Some started chanting. Adam flipped me around so that he was on top of me. He pressed his lips down hard on mine. I managed to break free. "Adam not here, not in the middle of the gym." He shrugged and grabbed a beer out of someone's hand and chugged it. Then handed the cup to me. I chugged the rest of it. That was enough for me to be fully drunk.

The song changed. It was one of my favorites. I pushed Adam off of me and ran over to the middle of the dance floor hopping up on a table and started dancing. Tiffany came back in from outside and stated dancing next to me. Guys cheered. We kicked off our boots and danced some more. But once we started stripping Adam grabbed me off the table and carried me off into on of the locker rooms. Tiffany was still up there dancing but now with another one of my friends Amanda.

Adam and I were laughing all the way in. I was still giggling even when he put me on a bench. He put his finger over my mouth and I stopped giggling. He asked me if I loved him. I said "Yes, and I will even when I'm gone. I'll love your for all eternity." He smiled and pressed his lips against mine. I kissed him back. He took off my shirt and ran his hands over my torso. I pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it where mine was. He slid his hands up my thighs into my skirt and pulled off my stockings.

I unzipped and unbuckled his pants and slid them off of him. We stopped to catch our breath and held each other tightly. Our breaths were even and hearts beating fast. We started to kiss again. He slipped off my skirt along with my underwear. I kissed him down his chest and pulled of his boxer's with my teeth. We slid closer together.

And that night was the best night of my entire life. It was also my last. An administrator had walked in on us and scared us almost to death. We separated painfully quick and pulled pieces of our clothing over us. The administrator said that this party was illegal and no one would be charged if everyone left now. After saying that he left and Adam and I quickly put on our clothes and ran out to the parking lot.

Tiffany was lying across the car hood. She had passed out. Adam picked her up and put her in the back seat. I sat in front and Adam sat in the driver's seat. We weren't thinking. Adam started up the car. And backed out of the parking space and sped out of the school parking lot. They sped down the empty highway. Driving over 70 miles per hour, 20 mph over the speed limit. Suddenly a car came out of nowhere and they slammed right into the side of my car. Everything went by so fast. Tiffany flew out of the back window because she wasn't buckled in. We weren't either and Adam and I flew out of the windshield.

I could hear the ambulances coming. I couldn't tell where Adam or Tiffany were. My head felt so heavy. And I could taste blood in my mouth. Is this what it feels like when you're dying? I want Adam with me to hold my hand.

I woke up two hours later sitting in a hospital bed with IV's plugged into my arm. I was dizzy and could barely keep my eyes open. Dr. Annigos was talking to my parents again. I heard her say Tiffany and Adam didn't make it. My eyes filled with tears. I then heard hear say that I was of my last limb till death.

The white light people always tend to see before they die is actually pitch black. Like your soul is going into darkness, a black hole. I could feel my body begin to shut down. Just before my soul left my body I heard the doctor say, "She was never really dying of brain cancer, a nurse got the paper's mixed up, but she's dying of head trauma from the accident and doesn't have much time left." As my parents turned to look at me one last time, my lifeline broke.

You can never really tell what death is like until you are really dying. But it sucks when you find out on your last limb of life that you weren't really going to die of something deadly but of something as stupid and head trauma from a car accident. Luckily I had a great time before I died. I reached my goal. To die after I graduate high school and do die next to the man of my dreams, Adam.