Bree's POV:
I take a deep breath and knock on the door of my cousin, Louis. I can't let him know how frightened I am of this life-taking illness. Cancer. Even hearing the name used to give me shivers, who would have thought I would get it.
Just because I have cancer, don't imagine me as some depressed and miserable girl. I am not bald, miserable or depressed. I refuse to let cancer get to me. I have fought for things before, and I will do it now too. Can- cer didn't take my hair, because the drug medication only caused mere thinning.
I am in London, England for my final operation, and this means either life or death. Two really different choices right? But if these are possibly the last days of my life, why shouldn't I enjoy them?
My eighteen year old cousin opens the door. I'm only two years younger than Louis, but the difference is big.
I hear a click which snaps me back to the real world.
"Oh hey!", a curly-haired boy said, leaning against the door frame. "You must be Bree, Louis hasn't stopped talking about you since you called.", he chuckled. I wonder if he knew about my 'illness'? I just give him a week smile. "Louis' is just in the kitchen, he said he wanted to cool you something. Good luck swallowing(!)", he said. I chuckle at this.
Louis is the worst cook in the world. The boy can barley break an egg!
"Guess I better go help him then," I said. He smiled at me, warmly and I knew he knew about my sickness.
When I get in, I find Uncle Maurice and Aunt Jessie sitting in the living room.
"Oh Bree!", Aunt Jessie said, getting up to hug me. Even though I don't see Aunt Jessie much, we happen to be very close. "You've met Harry haven't you?" She asked pointing at the boy in front of me. "He's staying over for the week."
Before I can say something, we hear a loud scream. I run into the kitchen and find Louis sucking his finger, probably burnt.
Well? What do you think? Should I continue? R&R xxx
