1. Chapter 1: Dying (John's POV)
Hang in there John, we'll get you help, don't worry. I look up to see a burry figure frantically calling someone, and to other figures standing next to me. I attempted to move, or speak, to comfort the person who was breaking into tears as the people on the phone refuse to come over to help me. But... For some reason, I didn't want to live. I wanted to sleep, to slip in the warm embrace of death. Only one thing bothered me. "Lily" I rasped "Yes Johnny? What is it?" Her voice quivering as she struggled not to cry "please... Call the memory doctors." "Of course." She replied. I yawned, and let sleep overcome my thoughts.