My best friend who was also my cousin named Destiny Skye Vela. She was only four years older than be but the same age as my older brother. We all grew up close.  Destiny stood about five feet tall and she was pale, almost albino. You could see the color of her veins pop through her pale skin on any part of her body. She carried long blonde hair that hung past her boobs. Her hair conducted a color of different shades of blondes, mainly bleach. Eyes bright blue like the color of the blue sky mixed with white patches that acted like clouds. We loved  having random movie nights such as mostly horror ( the thing is everyone in my family has at least one series of a horror movie.) We sat on the living room floors within tan walls with leather couches and a flat screen Until something drastically changed. Destiny began getting migraines but these migraines continued for weeks on end. We rushed her to the hospital after hours of non-stop puking and tears running down her cheeks into her blonde locks of hair. The doctor prescribed her medicine and told us it was because she grinds her teeth at night. My aunt continued to schedule dentist appointments. That resulted out to the same conclusion.
Ring ring...Ring ring
The phone went off at around 11. Watching River monsters like another night but this time it reminded me of the monster that was killing her. My aunt took a call. I felt my body drop in a state of being of confusion and isolation of what was going on. I felt alone and scared, most importantly I knew she was scared. My aunt dropped the phone and right away caught my attention. Her eyebrows went up and tears rolled down her eyes. She ran back and yelled across the living room wailing. She dropped to her knee and crumbled like a cookie.
...A year later Destiny lays in all white sheets, with cords hooked to her body. Everywhere she goes she drags her pile of medicine behind her. She wanders around white painted halls with picture hung on the walls of coloring sheets from countless patients. She joked about how she was bald and how much ¨drugs she took a day¨.
Every look I took at a dying girl made me feel as if the claws of a large bobcat ripped my organs out of me. My body felt like a gaping hole that only continued to hurt me. As if the sharp end of a razor blade could solve it all. I couldn't be selfish so I stayed strong.
One night Destiny looked up at me and asked in a voice of anger ¨Why did God do this to me, what did I do to deserve this?¨
My heart dropped and shattered like a plate hitting the floor, my stomach twisted into knots of a pretzel. All I wanted to do was lay in bed and sob. My lungs felt week and wanted to give out, like the lungs of a 50 year old smoker. I couldn't do anything but pray down on my weeping knees and hope for a miracle.
Life became such a meaningless thing to me, I dropped in a state of being, I watched my aunt and uncle marriage suffer from a disease that ran through their daughters veins and was killing her. How a single bad cell repeating itself could tear relationships and people apart.
    Destiny always seems to be smiling and never talked about how much pain she was in. She had just came home from chemotherapy.  As she carried her body she couldn't even manage to keep herself up. Her eyes sagged down her face, they seemed puffy from crying so hard being in so much pain. Pale face and chapped lips. Her body shaking uncontrollably and goosebumps surface her skin. She walked hunchback dragging her port behind her, making her way like a slow 80 year old lady with a bad back and maybe arthritis in her knees. I watched as she laid on the couch just wanting to sleep through the pain. I was watching tv on the other couch next to her watching her every move. Making sure my best friend was okay I couldn't keep my eye off her.
    “Mireya..I...blah”
  I jumped off the couch as fast as I could, pulling Destiny's blanket back and holding her head. She cried and yelled louder than a train whistle. She looked at me with fear and pain in her eyes. They seem to widen, almost bulging out of her head. Puking her guts out and clenching my hand as hard as her half dead body could. Watching red blood like liquid coming out of her mouth into a puke bucket, shattered my heart into more pieces than any big puzzle in the world. Minutes It was over. She finished. She laid into my arms crying. I dried her tears up with the edge of my sleeve.
“I promise I'm not going anywhere” I said with such sympathy.
“Good, because I can't fight alone.”
2 years had past now and she wasn't any better...nothing was. Everything was worse. She couldn't talk anymore. Her face had a lump the size of a softball. My emotions grew crazier and crazier. My life became miserable and stressful. Finally 16 Destiny didn't get to experience even getting her license.
“Mireya?” My aunt Jen called me to the dinner table.
“Yeah aunt Jen?”
“I have news for you, I hate to say but it's bad.” She said. Tears became filling the innocent eyes of a beautiful and hurt mother.
“I'm ready, just say it” my anger I began raging like someone had put gasoline in a fire. I wanted to just tear my body apart and be done with everything.
“Destiny..she. She has reached stage four...I don't know who to turn to but you. You are always here for her.”
“What's this mean? Is this it, it can't be. She's too young and beautiful. What about her future. Why now. I can't let her go”
I ran in anger and threw things across the room with raging emotions. Just more fuel to add to an already out of control forest fire. I punch a hole into my wall  and ran to my closet. I opened a tub filled with pictures of my early childhood. I found every picture of her and laid them out in front of me. With snot running down my face and hair in my mouth. I cried and begged down on my knees to God to let her stay. To let this girl of only 16 live her life.
Tuesday Hit and the oceans county was going to held open for the first day. Today was August 22nd of 2012. Like every other year my mom worked the fair and my siblings and I scrambled around the barns with friends having fun. It smelt like elephant ears to loud noises of trucks pulling through and barns animals calling their kind. The community came together this week to have fun with animals and small ride enjoying the lingering smell of fair food. No matter how greasy or sugary we all gave in.
“Mireya we have to go” my sister Mercedes called out.
“Why?” I wondered.
“Mom is sick to her stomach, we just got to go home.”
I grabbed my things and ran out. We all rushed into the car and we zoomed off. Pulling onto our road we began slowing down and pulled into my aunt’s driveway. Cars..there was 3 different cars. I couldn't recognize them. Not one. I rushed into the house approaching weeping and angry people. Everyone stood quiet as my aunt walked me into a room with my dying best friend at sixteen. I was only twelve. My heart dropped and she grabbed my hand. My aunt looked up and me with red eyes that looked nearly rubbed off.
“This is it..the nurse said today was going to be the day or tomorrow we don't know. Just..just say goodbye…”
My heart dropped and so did my body this time. I collapsed with her small needy frigid hands in mine. I laid my head on her arm and she just looked at me with tears in her eyes. 
“ my precious sweet cousin..I'm sorry. I'm sorry life sucks. But God I just love you so much. You have always been there for me and such an amazing person. I looked up to you so much and I just want you to know that you taught me to always smile even if you're dying in pain, just to smile. Destiny, I'll always love you.”
My heart literally shattered as I turned around and this time I was the one puking my lungs out from crying. My chest felt like it had been stabbed. My fingers grew numb and my legs gave out. I kneeled on her bed side with my face full of tears and running hot in temperature. I could feel goosebumps come to my skin and shivers running up my spine and back down.
Her hand loosened up and She was gone...her hand in mine and just after a half hour of crying on her lap, and  for once I was the one crying. I looked to my aunt who rubbed my back with sorrow. My cousin laid dead in a bed right next to me. Destiny’s lips turned purple, her body was ice cold and she was whiter than the hospital sheets she had spent her past two years in. My heart hurt and so did my family. This was the end of her story I had to eventually but this behind me and turn to the next blank page in my life and move forward with a new chapter.