Brooklyn
I remember the night that she woke up Lisa Lane from her sleep to tell her that she couldn’t breathe. She was clearly getting oxygen but she just felt like her lungs were collapsing. I was scared. She was crying and screaming about how she didn’t want to die. Lisa told me to call 911. When someone answered I was so scared I just sat there crying. I remember Lisa taking the phone from me. When I walked over to Ann I just held her hand and cried with her and told her everything would be okay even though I knew it wouldn’t. But in the back of my mind I had hope that she would fight this feeling.