Chapter I:

I was sixteen when I felt my heart raced in an incredible fast pace. My blood boiled like it has been heating on the stove. It was hot. I felt so hot inside. At first, I can’t explain it. But, after consulting the doctor the next day and was told that I’m as healthy as a five year old kid, I calmed down a bit. Neither the doctor nor I knew what was happening inside of me.

The night after my check up, it happened again. This time, I couldn’t seem to breathe. It was like my lungs were nowhere inside my chest, gone and missing. Luckily, my mother was there to take me to the hospital. Inside the emergency room, the doctors started crowding all over me. The nurses then started putting instruments on my chest and injected large syringes on both of my hands. I felt suffocated. I couldn’t breathe and still, they wouldn’t let me.

The doctors started checking my body. The cold metal from the stethoscope was then placed in every part of my chest. It went to my s, on my front lung area, and lifting my body sideward to check on my back. I couldn’t say anything. I couldn’t say how annoyed I was. I couldn’t breathe and still, they couldn’t find what was happening to me?

After checking almost every part of my body, I saw the last doctor who did the check up on me tapped my mother’s shoulder and shakes his head. He couldn’t seem to be contented; he verbally says to my mother her very worst nightmare.

“I’m sorry, Mrs. Lee. But, all we know is that your son will die. We couldn’t find what exactly the cause but his lungs are giving up. His blood samples are alien to us; we couldn’t tell what’s really happening to him. I’m very sorry.”

My mother poured out her heart, weeping inside her palms. I couldn’t do an