Good Luck

The light was blinding, she has learned this by now. The light comes without warning. This has been learned to. The light is...... a strange, mystic being of it's own. It shows her such strange things. Aweful things.

Why, she will never know. The first time it happened she was six. And in daycare. She was in the reading corner and her eyes started to blur. And then brighten.

Until all she saw was a bright, white light. And then the boy that slept next to her during nap time, and he was couple years older in the vision. And in a white bed with rails, and a strange tube going into his arm. In this sight the tall rail with a T.V. started beeping. Women and men in blue and white ran into his room.

Messing with him, poking him. Until one of the men in white looked at all of them and shook his head pressing his fingers to the boys neck. He held them there for a while. After he took them away he turned around and muttered to one of the women in blue. Who wrote on a board.

She blinked. Relizing she was back in daycare. She looked around the room watching everyone play. She saw him. The boy who she slept next to. She went up to him and gave him a hug.

"Good luck."

Author's Note

well when i was 12 i had alot of brain problems and i had to have a lot of surgerys. I met a boy across the hall. i remember one day the moniters going off in his room. he was one of my only friends in there. i couldnt read cause i had to have eye surgey on both eyes and he used to read his stories to me. i was in there for almost 4 months and he was my best friend for most of that time. up until he died. i hope wherever he's at he's doing good and he's still writing.