Eighty two: Goodbye.

Louella

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Staring up at the hazy sky of the evening, seated on the small stool on the porch of this old beach house, I sighed hard. I felt a heavy pain in my chest, feeling the need to cough hard. I knew I was supposed to begin my treatments, but how would I do that when I wasn't willing to go back home? 

It had been days since I saw anyone. After I had left Seth, I had decided to come to this beach house. This was a place Dad, mom and I used to have a vacation, just before Jan and Becca had come into our lives. Though the place gave me bad memories, I really still liked coming here. It was always filled with serenity. 

I stared down at my shaky fingers, felt really bad for myself. I didn't know the decision to make. Was I really going to let myself die? 

In a few days, I would run out of food. I had had some money in my