The Girl No One Believed
The doctors said it was over—stage four, nothing left to fight. I had three days, max.
I signed the organ donor papers myself. If I was gonna die, at least someone else could get a second shot.
Told my family I was sick. But my so-called sister—the doctor—shrugged it off like I was making it up.
She convinced them I was losing it, not dying.
My parents and fiancé fell for it. Handed me over like she was some hero. She wasn't. She pushed me closer to the end.
And when I finally died, the same people who wouldn't listen cried like they hadn't let it happen.