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Time.

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Time. He always knew he had less of this then others even from the start of his birth. He was wary about the disease he had since the age of 3. Cancer; he still didn’t understand much of it. All he knew was that his breathing was rapidly worsening day by day because of the thing growing in his lungs. 

Lung cancer. That was the simple term that the doctors and his foster parents had explained to him. He’d see other kids the same age as him, 7-8 outside the house playing, enjoying life. But if he tried to go outside all that met him was suffocating attempts to grasp at air, and then coughing, coughing until blood swelled out of his mouth, but even with the blood, all his body did was push out more.

He could feel the end drawing near soon, his short life having the blinds pushed back into place before he could even show his performance all because his biological mother never cared about his health. If he had the energy to, he’d be angry, frustrated about his biological parents who had smoked when he was still just a fetus, about how he was a one in a million chance, and angry about how the doctors haven't found a way to cure his disease yet.

He wanted more time. He didn’t want to see the abyss yet; not now at least. He still wanted to make his dreams reality. He wants to be a race car driver zooming across the lanes as fast as sound, he wanted to be a fire fighter which saved homes and lives, he wanted to be an astronaut and explore new and wonderful planets.

He wanted to be it all. He’d reach out for the dream, it’s brilliant light glowing on him with hope. But when he was mere centimetres away from it, a chain of his cancer pulled his arm back, pulling and pulling him all the way to square one. The more he wrestled and tug, the chains only got tighter. Any attempts at treatment were futile and the chains only came back thicker. Time was running low and each time he was pulled back, it was further then when he had chased his dreams at age 4. 

He needed more time, he had to reach his dreams before he dies. But life merely ignored his plead of helps because he was just one poor kid too sick to be saved out of the hundreds...