Dear God,

Something strange happened today.

I had a visitor.

His name was Cody.

I don't know him but thank you.

It was nice to talk to someone.

Love,

Peyton

Peyton's P.O.V.

I sit on my bed, staring out the window, wishing I could actually be in the world, not sitting here dreaming about it. I remember when I could go outside...

I snort as I realize I'm actually dreaming about going outside, when I know all to well that when I was younger, I absolutely dreaded going outside, or doing any kind of physical activity.

I guess times change.

I go back to daydreaming about playing outside. I wish my doctors would let me go do anything, but alas, I have brain cancer that is untreatable, I'm going to die soon, blah blah blah. Tell someone who cares.

I'm not sure if my cynical view is based on my cancer and the fact that I' m dying or the fact that

I'm lonely.

No one has come to visit me, and currently I'm bemoaning my lack of visitors. I suppose I can't be too angry, as I have no family to visit me, but I'm hoping that at least one of my friends would have visited me, or at least shot a text my way, asking if I was alright. I sigh loudly, exhaling through my nostrils and I slump backwards onto my pillow, wincing as my IV tugs at my arm. I hate the situation I”m in, just want to go home and wake up and find out this has just been a terrible, terrible dream.

“Hello,” a voice says.

I jolt upwards, a muffled scream leaving my lips as I whip my head towards my door, trying to see who would bother me and scare me like this. It's not anyone I recognize, just a tall boy with blond hair who is smiling at me abnormally large for a person who is looking at someone who has cancer.

“Hi,” I breathe out. “Who are you?”

He comes closer towards me, holding out his hand. “My name's Cody.”

“Peyton,” I tell him my name, secretly wondering why he's even here.

“How are you?” he asks now, looking me over.

I try to ignore the fact that he checked me out as I answer his question, which is kind of a stupid one as I have cancer.

“Just dandy, just dying of brain cancer, how are you?” I say brightly.

There is a slightly awkward pause as Cody shifts on his feet slightly, looking uncomfortable.

“Why are you here?” I deadpan.

Cody manages a small smile. “Visiting you.”

“Why?” I ask.

Cody ignores my question, changing the topic to my favorite color, and I eagerly answer, enjoying company for once in my life.

Cody waves at me as he leaves, and I wave back, a smile on my face as my visitor leaves. As soon as he disappears, I flop onto my bed, still smiling. Finally, someone has listened to me and sent me a visitor, something I desperately needed. I was getting lonely only talking to my nurses about how I felt at the moment. I mean, I enjoyed getting fussed over, but I can only take so much. I needed a person around my age, and Cody was.

I look up at my ceiling, where I know the sky is above. “Thanks,” I whisper to God. “I needed someone.”

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