ThexPumpkinxQueen

*bip* *bip* *bip* The sounds of the heart monitor echoed throughout the room. The oxygen mask fit snugly over his pale, boney face. He was weak and his bones were brittle, all of his hair was gone and his eyes were blood shot. The boy looked aged far beyond his years, though he was still quite young. It was his time, he needed to go now. The boy knew this day was coming, so he was not afraid. The cancer was too much to handle and the chemo made him sick. The pain and suffering would soon be over. "Come my boy, join us." The tall, thin skeleton man said stretching out his arm taking the boy by the hand. *beeeeeeeeeeeep* The heart monitor went