When we were kids, my best friend came up to me and said "I'm gonna be a doctor one day, and if you're still here, I'll make sure that you get the best care possible." I've been staring into an empty bed across from me for weeks now.

Edit: I don’t know why some of you keep asking me for context. For the purpose of the story, I am a child. I’m 4, 5, or 7. Whatever age you decide on. I was a boy, I lived in an orphanage, and I had brain cancer. It hurt, and it made me angry. I wish I could get rid of it. I hate it so much. <br>I was very angry at the world. I love kids, I love playing with them, I love their energy and curiosity. But I was so angry I didn’t know what to do. So I did what I always do when I’m worried about something - I meditated. I like to meditate. I used to teach kids meditation when I could. I don’t mind the world that much anymore. I just don’t want kids to do what I did.<br><br>There was a little girl in the orphanage named Suzy. She was a little younger than me. A year or two. She had a speech disorder and she was the only girl in the room. All the other kids picked on her for both reasons, until I went over to her. I hit the kids who were picking on her and showed them what it’s like to be a young girl in a room full of boys. I didn’t like that the kids seemed to think that because Suzy was little and a girl, she couldn’t hit back. She could, and she did. I’ve never felt so much pain in my life. <br><br>So I taught Suzy meditation. She was still a little angry at first, but she got over it. I never understood why she was so mean until she stopped being mean and started being nice, even when she got angry. I was jealous, I’ve never been able to stop being mean, and it made me angry that I couldn’t do what she could. So I showed her how to hurt people. How to hurt them the way I hurt them. She seemed to enjoy it, but unfortunately she was not as strong as I was, so she hurt herself when she hurt people. I didn’t like that. <br><br>I decided she got enough hurt. She didn’t need any more of it. So I made her stop hurting people. I taught her to focus on her breathing. She got really good at it. She still focuses on her breathing. I’ve never felt so much pain in my life. So I decided she got enough pain. She didn’t need any more of it. So I made her stop hurting. <br><br>sometimes kids would come up to us and try to hurt us. We would hurt them back, but we would make sure they didn’t hurt themselves when they hurt us. This happened a lot. Then, one day, Suzy came up to me and said "I'm gonna be a doctor one day, and if you're still here, I'll make sure that you get the best care possible." I remember smiling. I felt jealous again because I thought I was too mean to be a doctor. She was nice, like a doll. But I knew that I was mean, like a monster. I couldn't be a doctor too, not like her. But she deserved to be one. She was smart, and she was nice. And she was a friend to me. So I stopped being angry and started focusing on my breathing too, even though I was a monster. <br><br>Then I died. <br><br>I’ve been staring into an empty bed across from me for weeks now.