I can’t believe my wish came true. Hanson actually came to my room. They sang for me. We had a conversation. They asked me to sing for them. Well, it was actually in the opposite order, but them singing for me was the best part.
Before they had to go, Zac refused to leave the room until they sang one last song for me. “I Will Come to You”. After they sang it, Zac squeezed my hand and said, “I wish there was more we could do.” I think he was being serious. Actually, I’m sure of it. There was something in the way that he said it - it was like he was sorry he had to leave. Probably, he felt sorry for me. I hate when people feel sorry for me. But, if he did, he didn’t show it. Maybe it’s sympathy. He’s just a little older than me. Maybe he was thinking about what it’d be like if it were him in this bed instead of me.
My talk about dying seemed to bother them. I don’t really blame them. It bothers a lot of people. It bothers Barry, I know, but he never says anything. I wonder if he’ll cry at my funeral? Probably. I know Tina will. I hope they’re okay when I’m gone.
Well, like it says in the song I’ll have sung at my funeral, I’ll be with them in their dreams. I guess I’ll help them through it that way.
Corey capped her pen and replaced her notebook beneath her mattress. She was tired. It was only three o’clock and she was ready to go to sleep. She snuggled down into her pillows and closed her eyes.
