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Theme I. :Birth

Diary Entry :2


Hey, Miss Diary. (I finally settled on that type of greeting to you. Also, sorry if you're a boy reading this and it bothers you for me to call you "Miss." Though it serves you right for intruding on my personal space.)

I guess I should begin with telling you the type of cancer I have, why I have it, how long I've had it for, and the effect it has on me.

Well, to start off, I have Acute lymphoblastic leukemia (epic name, I know, but, man, try saying that 10 times fast). And, to save my already weak hand from suffering from writing cramps, I shall call my disease either just plain leukemia, A.L.L., or cancer. Either way, they all mean the same thing, right? Right.

Anyways, my never-ending story I should say all began when I was born. Or, rather, before I was born. Before I was even thought of.

You see, my grandmother is Japanese and has lived in Japan for most of her life. So, on the day when the American government dropped an atomic bomb in Hiroshima, it was the day my grandmother walked through fire and didn't get burned—the day she became a survivor. A fighter. A warrior. Now, if only the miracle of her survival was the result of her being immortal, then all of my problems would be fixed. But, sadly, no. Life's just not that easy. Unfortunately, with every accomplishment, or, in this case, survival, there are always new challenges to face. Almost like a chain reaction.

Long story short, she was diagnosed with cancer—a special type of cancer usually only found in the survivors of the A-bomb. In the heat of the moment of knowing that she was going to die sooner than later, my grandmother decided to move to France, married a French man, adopted his last name, "Roulette," and had a son (my dad), dying soon after she gave birth to him.

My dad didn't have cancer, but after he had a son with my mom, they had a daughter (me) and both found out years later that they're daughter had a fatal cancer that was somehow maybe inherited from her grandmother. The leukemia skipped a generation. At the age of 15, his daughter (still me) was said to only have 127 days to live. (Today is now day 2 of the 100-day countdown.)

Of course, I'm leaving out a decent chunk of the details of all the major events and what happened in between, and I probably would explain them, among other things, to you, but, I'm running out of paper and I don't want to have to write on the back page like I did my last entry. So, I'll save those backstories and reflections and "Woe is me" moments for another day.

But, right now, I will just quit while I'm ahead and sign off.

And remember not to forget our promise, okay? I want to turn my 100 days into 100 centuries if possible.

Signing off, the one and only,

Xion Roulette


Each of these diary entries are all going to be mixed and matched and ordered according to the themes. So, there is no chronological order that they will follow.

A/N: I know, I know. The LAST thing I should be doing is starting a 100-theme challenge, considering I hate doing delayed updates and I hate having too many things on my plate, but I REALLY like this idea and it's all I've been really thinking about for the past week. And that's saying something. I have the attention span of a slice of bread :(

At first, I didn't want to make Xion the main character, 'cause it seems like all my stories with her in it are sad, but then I decided against a different character because the plot just makes more since for it to be about her, to be honest.

Well, Fireflies, I hope you guys enjoy this really big challenge! Be sure to stay strong.

Responses of any kind are always recognized, thanked, and appreciated!

xxxHikari-Kuraixxx (xxxLight-Darkxxx)