Chapter Two: Long Talks

"Are you scared?" I asked Tibby that night.

"No," She stated in a firm voice.

"Your not?" I asked. It was really personally, bu how was she NOT scared?

"No," Tibby confirmed.

I shook my head in disbelief. "Then why am I?" I asked her.

"You shouldn't be. I haven't done anything wrong here," She insisted with a small smile on her face.

"So?" I asked quietly.

"So....I'm just saying, wherever it is, it's better then pain," She told me.

"I'll....miss...you, Tibby," I told her.

"I'll miss you, Andrew," She replied.

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That night I couldn't sleep.

She wasn't scared.

She was going to miss me.

I rolled over and looked at my clock. 3:43AM.

I remembered when somebody told me 3:00 AM through 4:00AM horrible things happened. I didn't believe it, but....I had to check.

Shoving the blue plaid covers off me, I got up and walked to TIbby's room. Slowly, I creaked the door open. Tibby was breathing. Breathing hard. But breathing is still breathing.

Tibby pushed herself up on her elbow. "Andrew?" She asked tiredly.

"Yes?" I asked her softly.

Turning to her polka-dotted clock, she looked at me. "Why are you up?"

"I couldn't sleep," I told her truthfully.

After turning on her lamp that matched the clock she took a deep breath. "Andrew." She looked at me sadly.
"Tibby."

"I'm scared, Andrew. I'm scared," Tears where gathering in her eyes.

"Don't be," I told her. It was backwards from this morning.

"But I am!" She exclaimed. Then in a softer voice she added, "I'm dying. I'm dying and I'm scared."