Not the end

It all began on 2nd April 2007.

Alone in the hospital, needle plugs inserted onto my arms. Six of them to be exact. The sharp pain still hurts as I turn back the pages where I thought I would never write another page again. But no. Somehow I manged to fight on, struggling to hold on to the pen, in attempt to continue writing. Wanting to finish the story, and not leaving the stroy without an ending.

"Praise God", some would say.

I do. But, I still don't understand why at times.


As i flip to today's page, 16th May 2008, the doctor said that I'm alright.

Nothing is wrong, and my heart is fine.




I should smile. Yes, I should.


I wasn't satisfied with the answer. If i was alright, what exactly happened on April 2007?