Dear Jeff.

What's up? How are you?  Missing me? Yeah, I know.

I never knew my birthday would be a Blast. They organized a freaking party in the hospital. Oh. My. Gosh. A few people even made me a chocolate cake. It was fabulous. The whole hospital assembled in the lobby. I'm still wondering if it was a dream. I mean, just imagine the whole hospital attending your birthday party. It was probably the best day of my life. And wohooo! I'm officially 19 now!

You should've seen the gifts I received. There were so so many! From teddy bears to diamond lockets. W-o-a-h. Eeeeee! I'm exaggerating now, ain't I? Sorry.

Soo...you bought me a gift? Yayy! Thanx.

You know there was this guy named Justin. He was of my age. When I told him I never had any boyfriends or anyone, he kneeled and gave me an artificial gold ring. Cute, isn't it? Gosh. This is so cool. I wish I had a forever like this. Too bad. It can never ever happen.

Talking bout my illness, the cancer is spreading like really quick. It has completely damaged the kidneys. The doctors said it was because of some drug. They even asked me if I drink or something happened in the past. I told them no. I didn't want to go through the pain again. Plus, I'm already dying, so there's so such harm in lying.

There was an old woman who came to the hospital 2 days ago. She was really weak and her body might collapse anytime. She had come to see her son in the mental asylum. But he had already died a few hours before she came. The old lady died on spot. I still remember the expression on her face when she heard her son died. It was 50 parts of shock, 30 parts of panick and 20 parts of sadness. I feel so sorry for her.

Maybe the same would've been my parents' expression if they were alive and knew I would die. Curse my bloody fate. I so hate karma. I fucking don't know what wrong I've done that karma is paying me back. Sucks man, sucks.

Sucks to know that you're are the one being targeted and can do no freaking thing 'bout it.

Sucks to realize that there's no one to hold your hand or wipe your tears.

Sucks to be connected to millions of green and red wires, and get used to the constant beeping of the monitor.

Sucks, that you, Jeff, were never there when I needed you the most. Never there to be my knight in a shining armour. Never there to caress my damp cheeks and envelope me in your warmth. Never there to atleast keep my hopes alive.

Jeff. I want you. I need you. Please come.

Your non-existent friend,
Sasha.