Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Twilight Characters, unfortunately. They all belong to Stephanie Myer.
Chapter one
"I'm sorry, but your daughter has Acute Leukaemia." The doctor informed my father and mother as I sat next to them, swinging my feet. My eyes shot up to see him look sad. I turned to my parents, my mother had tears and my father looked strained. I yawned, I was always tied now.
"Acute Leukaemia...is that, is that the worse type? Are you saying she has cancer?" My father mumbled.
"Acute leukaemia is characterised by the rapid increase of immature blood cells. This crowding makes the bone marrow unable to produce healthy blood cells. Immediate treatment is required in acute leukaemia due to the rapid progression and accumulation of the malignant cells, which then spill over into the bloodstream and spread to other organs of the body." The doctor informed us, going into doctor mode. I stared at him, those words made no sense. But I knew one thing. I was sick.
"But she's, she's only 6. How can she have gotten it? We live in the middle of no where, surrounded by fresh air and clean...things! How can she have caught it!" my mother sobbed into my fathers shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her. What about me? I'm the one whose sick... I want a hug.
"This form of leukaemia is the most common in children. As to why she got it? It could be hereditary, it could be developed over time, there are several reasons to why she could have gotten this. But the main thing is, it is treatable, and 90% of cases do live after treatment."
The continued to discuss treatments, one called chemotherapy. There all big words, I don't understand. All I really knew was I didn't like it and I wanted to go home.
"Bella? Come on sweety" My daddy said picking me up. I must have fallen asleep.
I touched his face "Daddy, am I going to die?" I asked him.
My mother, who was beside me and Daddy, made a strange sobbing noise.
"No honey, you wont die. I promise" He mumbled.
I snuggled into his arms, avoiding my many bruises and yawned, falling back asleep.
One year later
"Daddy! I want pancakes!" I cried, running down the stairs.
He seemed to almost have a heart attack "Be careful Bella!" He cried, catching me at the bottom.
I didn't fall though!
He sat me at the kitchen table.
"Where's mummy?" I asked him.
"She's gone to work, your staying home with me now" He said, smiling.
My mummy was a waitress at the diner in town. Me and Daddy eat there sometimes when she's working and she gives me free ice cream.
Daddy puts pancakes in front of me and I start eating, happy. "What are we doing today?" I ask him.
"Well, we have to go get mummy at lunch time and then we have to go back to the hospital." He explained, watching my reaction.
My face fell. I don't want to go back there "The hospital...but we were there yesterday!"
"And we have to go back, because we want to get you better"
Daddy took me to the diner and then with mummy we went to the hospital. They pricked me with the sticks and they told mummy things that made her cry. I didn't like coming here, it made everyone sad.
Daddy and Mummy left to go outside for a moment, leaving me on the bed while blood came out of me into the doctors baggy. I could here them outside my room. Mummy was crying and Daddy sighed. Then they started arguing.
Where they mad at me for getting sick?
Two years later
"Happy Birthday To you, Happy Birthday To you, Happy Birthday dear Bella, Happy Birthday To you" My parents sang, standing either side of me.
I blew out my 9 candles, smiling up at them and the yawning. They took the cake away and placed it next to my bed. I snuggled down, careful not to put pressure on the medicine going in through the needle or my bandaged arm. I fell over at school and because of my cancer my scratch turned into a life threatening hole that wouldn't stop bleeding. They had to take me to the hospital, today was my birthday.
I was tired, from the events and blood loss. My parents told me to sleep.
I woke up to hear them arguing.
"Charlie, this isn't working out" My mother said angrily.
"Renee, not here...not now. Wait until we get hom-"
Mum cut him off "Yes here. I want a divorce and I want to move to Phoenix, I'm taking Bella. They have much better hospitals and facilities for her than here. In forks!"
My heart dropped. Divorce. The magic word that every child hates to hear.
My dad was speechless and when I opened my eyes, his look killed me. He was heartbroken.
7 years later
I am 16 years old now. Bald because of chemo, tired because of it, sick because of it and just plain angry. I hated this all, my whole life I have had cancer, Leukaemia.
I have been living with my mother for 7 years now, and have only seen my dad for two weeks in the summer holidays. But he came here because of the hospitals and because I don't travel well.
I have been homelschooled for basically my whole life. I have been soffocated and I am sick of it.
But I had had enough, the smoky city, the heat and my mothers careful eye. I didn't get to live, I didn't get to breathe. I wanted a new leaf, a new start. So, I brought it to the attention of my mother that I wanted to move to Forks to live with my father.
She argued, of course. But I brought up the fact that chemo isn't always working, and soon...I could die. I wanted to spend time with Charlie before that.
She cried, she screamed, she made me feel horrible, but I had always been stubborn, and I couldn't live here any more. I needed freedom. I needed to take a chance
I don't have any clue about illness's but I am trying to learn. Sorry if i offend anyone or insult anyone.
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