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Nine Months

By: December Sapphire

"You only live once but if you do it right, once is enough"-Mae West

"Prologue"

What attracts a man to a woman? What is their favorite part? The nape of her neck? The line of her back? The shape of her breast? Or just maybe it's her mind? Perhaps I would never know the real answer. It has seemed as if they were more attracted to what was on the outside then the inside. I had learned this from observing the natural habitat of the human males at Forks High School. Their species staring idly at woman's asses bigger than their faces and breast bigger than their asses made me realized that men only wanted the best.

It's a man's world out there- obviously.

I found that they went for the more model type. Tall and skinny. I found it unnatural that woman could even look this way. Jessica Stanley was one of these girls. After I returned, she was totally transformed. Her breasts were bigger, she was skinner, and her face was reformed. I was positive it was the result from plastic surgery. She was-used- to be my best friend. Now, she acts as if I was thin air. But it wasn't new to me.

I already considered myself thin air- invisible to the human eye. I was a ghost, hell I believed them from my pale skin and lack in anything but beauty. But there was a reason for my form. There was always an accurate reason to everything.

It was the reason I came back to this small, isolated, depressing place of town in the first place. My Mom had been informed of the best of the best living and working here, and it was right then when she shipped me off- to much of her dismay- to this desolated area. I was unfortunate to have my Dad already residing in Forks causing more problems. My Mom wasn't for the idea but because of Phil's work and her unhappy sacrifice to abandon him to stay with me; I had to convince her it was for the best. Even though, I loathed the idea myself. Back in Fork, my over-protected Father had put me on lockdown. I was a prisoner in my own home for months. It had taken me days to beg him to allow me to go back to school. But since my return back to Forks, my relationship with my Dad had spiraled into nothing.

Back when I was twelve I was one of those girls people called 'popular'. I had everything- friends, good grades, my health, and my perfect form. Everything was sunshine and rainbows, even in Forks. My parents were happily married, we were traveling everywhere for ballet concerts, and my social statue couldn't be better. My life was excellent.

It wasn't until I turned thirteen when everything descended into a black abyss. At first it was just a normal check-up at the doctors. But what was supposed to be a quick examination ended with many tests and words I didn't understand. It consisted of these doctors telling me I might have this and had to take that and had to start this and this might happen to me. It all happened so fast. I had not time to let it sink in until the doctor diagnosed me in having acute lymphoblastic leukemia. It was definitely a different feeling I thought I would have if I was ever diagnosed with cancer. None the less, I was content to defeat this thing and not let it control my life.

However, this illness fought back in forces I couldn't imagine, and after many months of surgeries, chemotherapy, and fights against my parents that lasted for days, I finally won the battle. The outcome during the process though consisted in my parent's divorce and my Mom taking me to Arizona where I was severely watched over by doctors.

I knew my disease would come back. My Mom was in denial of it but I knew, deep down, that I would be overrun with cancer yet again. It was its way of coming back to war. It wasn't finished with battling and would never stop until it won. Perhaps it was my fate to live with this burden. Or maybe the cancer was a sign. Maybe my return back to Forks was destiny.

But who knows. Destiny and fate haven't been really on my side recently.

When the doctors told me my cancer returned, I didn't cry. My Mom cried but I just nodded my head, knowing what I was in for. I was used to it. They then mentioned it would be better to seek medical attention from the highest rated oncologist in America. From what I had heard, he was young, he moved around a lot, he had the highest survival rates from his patients, and he seemed-by the way he knew the area so well- to have over fifty years of experience which would be completely impossible since he was only twenty-three.

Then they told us where he was located- Forks, Washington. The birthplace and tragic end of my childhood was more depressing when I returned.

The first day back at school, nobody recognized me. When I told them my name, their expressions would be shocking like they had seen a ghost come back from the dead. But in a sense, it was true- I did come back from the dead.

My disappearance when I was thirteen was a mystery and started with dozens of questions like 'What happened?' or 'Why did you suddenly leave?' and 'Where did you go?' I didn't tell them the truth when I answered. I didn't want to come out and say I had cancer. So I remained silent in that category and never told a soul.

Jessica didn't speak to me either. Be it because I never told her why I left or be it because she doesn't speak to anyone who isn't 'popular' and doesn't fit the category of beautiful, it didn't matter. If she wasn't going to treat me as a real person, then I didn't want anything to do with her.

I was definitely different in both mentally and physically. My body had decreased in size from all the weight loss and treatment. My long, brown hair had turned a gross, pale brown. My skin-naturally very pale- remained the same in a sense that I covered up most of my purple and yellow bruises every morning with make-up.

My attitude mostly changed. When I was twelve I enjoyed going out with my friends and living it up. Now, I couldn't enjoy a single night out without my energy leaving me and collapsing in the middle of a crowd. It was embarrassing. So, I never left my room and remained to myself most of the time. I wasn't big on trust or secrets anyways.

I felt like if anyone or everyone knew my secret, I wouldn't be invisible anymore. I would be stared at so much that people would start making up rumors about me. Plus, I would have to endure the awkward moment between Jessica and all my other friends. I would be considered disabled to everyone I came near- a freak. They would feel sorry for me and keep saying 'get well soon' or 'hope you feel better.' That's why I didn't want to tell.

So I decided it was time to take a chance and go back into the swing of things. I had started to dress a bit better and at least smile to my fellow peers-even Jessica. It was going to be a new start of the school year.

I had a gut feeling everything was going to change for the better.

Should I continue this?