Life in a matters of seconds

CHAPTER 1I enjoy coming to the park at night, it's a place where I can relax, think freely without having someone around to bother me for staring at nothing, lost in my thoughts. I like to contemplate the night sky full of stars, the beautiful moon shining brightly and just stop to think, will I always live like this for the next few years of my life?I was diagnosed with Cystic Fibrosis when I was months old, I am now 19 years old.This disease causes my body to generate excessive mucus, causing problems in my lungs, pancreas and other organs. There is no cure, but there is a treatment. There is also the possibility of a lung transplant, I have been on the waiting list for years, although if you ask me my hopes of having new lungs have gone down a cliff. I don't care anymore, I guess I have entered the acceptance phase, where if they talk to me about my life expectancy and confess that I only have a few months left I might sigh with relief, a break from all this what you call "life"

CHAPTER THREERIEI walk down the hallway nonchalantly and looking at my cell phone, take a sip of coffee I bought at the coffee shop and hear the hurried footsteps of someone else in the hallway right in front of me but I ignore it. I'm sure it's some security agent or something making sure no strangers are around.Without any warning I crash into a person and all the coffee stains my shirt and I feel the burn on my skin because it was scalding hot, but somewhat bearable. The fabric cushions the burn.I look up and a short girl is with her eyes wide open, she seems scared waiting for my reaction but to her surprise I don't react in a bad way, quite the opposite.“For God's sake! I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to.... I just wasn't watching where I was going” she stammers and her nervousness makes me feel tender.I let out a small giggle and confusion spreads across her face. She slyly details me and I can't help but smile. I'm detailing her too, she's very pretty.“Easy, okay? It was

AllieSaturday morning, 7:00 AM. The time when it all happened.It happened so fast that I didn't even have time to process what was happening, what was happening to me at that very moment.I get out of bed with difficulty and sit up, I rest my hand on my chest and cough in desperation as I struggle against my lungs to be able to breathe, it's not anxiety, it's my illness acting against me, doing its thing.Mom comes running into my room and talks to me but I don't hear her, all my senses are focused on finding more oxygen so I can breathe but despite my attempts I can't do it, it's all in vain.I feel how she takes between her arms and carries me easily but it is because my current weight is 42 kg, so she can carry me without problems.I cough harder and feel all the phlegm in my throat, but it's already burning from the effort, and when I cough again mom freaks out because she sees blood and it was something that had never happened to me before.“Hold on, Allie. Hold on, it's going