[ WP ] After finding out little Suzy lied about her cancer , the Make-A-Wish foundation sets out to un-grant her wish .

She started to feel the pulsating pain in her arm. It started at her finger tips and quickly travelled up her hand as if her blood had been replaced with needles which cut her insides with every breathe. In the next moment, she felt an immense pain over take her entire being. In the moment after that, she was still. She took a breathe to remember she was still alive. After she had grown numb to the pain, she slowly moved her hand to her mouth and took a drag of her cigarette. Her feet gave out beneath her as she slid down the brickwall of a building which composed one half of a narrow alleyway. 
 
 For the first time in what felt like eternity she felt her body again. And she had remembered all the wounds which riddled it. She drifted in and out of focus, fixating on the blurry silhouettes of her legs which occupied the length of the alley. She could make out all the slashes and bullet holes. She moved her head towards the inside of alley, her vision slowly panning travelling a second behind. The length of the alleyway seemed to stretch for eternity. A barely visible white light in the center marked the other end. The dead bodies of the repo men, twisted and mutilated, littered the floor. Swords protruding at every angle, guns scattered on the ground. Blood and limbs painted the brick and the concrete. She began to tire, her vision losing depth. The alley began to seem like an abstract work of art. 
 
 Suddenly a sweeping numbness began to over take her and she felt the lightest she had ever felt. A spectre, making her peace with an imperfect world. The light at the end of the tunnel grew and grew as the she let herself surrender to anything for the first time. As the whiteness overtook her, a face began to take shape. 
 
 `` Little Susie, Little Susie,'' a teenage female voice teased. The voice sounded familiar to her but she could n't remember who it belonged to. 
 
 `` Do n't call me that,'' came a shrieking retort. She felt the voice come from inside her chest burning it way out of her body. It was hers. From a past self. She remembered being seven years old. 
 
 `` Oh Susie, dont get mad. If you promise to stop pouting, ill let you in on a little secret,'' The kind glowing face in front of her said. 
 
 `` Hmmmmm, ok but it better be a good one,'' she heard herself respond. 
 
 The face in front of her moved within inches of her face. She found herself lost in the most radiant smile and she had never felt so safe. `` Its the little things that make the biggest difference.'' 
 
 Suddenly a jolt shot through her spine and she felt every neuron in her brain light up at the same time. She snapped back to reality with hyper focus. She rested her body, seeing which muscles still had the strength to move. With every ounce of will left within her, she reached for a little black box lying a couple feet away, connected by chain and extending away from a dead repo man. She raised the box to her mouth, `` code name cancer,'' she paused to catch her breathe, `` eliminated.'' 
 
 Her arms dropped down, rapidly slamming the concrete. She could no longer feel anything. She was only a mind, resolving its final musings on the world for sport. 
 
 Cigareete in her mouth, dying in alley in the pouring rain, she smiled, `` I'm such a cliche.'' 
 
 The look in her eyes flared between nothingness and gratitude. `` Wherever you are big sis, I hope you're okay.'' 
 
 And the world cut to black.
