“Son its ok, you won’t be in pain anymore, you’ll just fall asleep and then you’ll see paradise” My mum said trying her best to console me.

I was scared, I didn’t want to die, I nearly died a year ago but made a recovery, I thought I would be ok but the illness came back, like some sick joke.

It wasn’t fair, I wanted to live, I wanted to go to the prom, to have children, grow old and die surrounded by my children and grandchildren like most people.

Not die in a hospital bed with these funny wires going into my body and this non stop beeping in my ears.

“But mum i don’t want to go to heaven, I want to stay here, with you and dad”

My mum teared up, my dad was barely able to hold it together, he was trying hard to keep it together but even a kid knows when someone’s about to break.

My dad spoke up after what seemed to be an eternity of silence “Its ok son, heavens wonderful, full of everything you’ll ever want” The smile on his face seemed artificial.

I could hear the beeping machine slowing down and the man in white put something different into the wires, I was so tired at this stage I couldn’t even speak.

I saw the man in white put his hand on my wrist, he had a smile that radiated pure malice, my eyes met his and for a brief second they turned bright red.

The last thought going through my head was “I don’t want to go to heaven, it burnt the last time”