After My Star Burned Out (discontinued)

by Amisa the Writer

And so Augustus Waters was out of my life, but at the same time, impacting it in every way. Kind of like a star, he was; you know, like how a star could die out ages ago but the light would still reach us. This is the story of my life- after my star burned out (I do not own The Fault in Our Stars or any character not my own)

I sat in the bathroom, pain racking my body while the contents of what I had for breakfast found it's way into the toilet.

Getting sick like this isn't uncommon when a colony of cancer cells decide to settle in your lungs; before I knew it, I was in tears because the puking still hadn't stopped (and I've been in there for a while). I heard the bathroom door creak open behind me and felt the presence of m parents almost immediately .

"Hazel," my dad said as he held my shoulders, steadying me and I could see the tears form in his eyes; I hated when he cried, or when Mom cried- who likes seeing the people who loves them most cry? And I absolutely hate when source of their tears are me.

"I'm fi-" again I was interrupted by the downpour of hell that stormed out of my mouth. Mom flushed the toilet after I had stopped my outburst of grossness. I thanked her, but soon regretted leaving my mouth slightly agape like that because some semi-digested gunk rolled onto my chin. I felt my throat burn with a passionate pain, salty snot dripping from my nose, and a hard pain pounding in my head.

"Well, that gross session lasted a while," Mom said with her pseudo signature smile plastered on her face, but I could easily recognize the worry in her eyes. I just nodded and gave one of the lamest smiles in history while my dad handed me a glass of water to rinse my mouth out with.

It was cold and stung my teeth, but I used it anyways. The sickening tart taste floated to all corners of my mouth and my burning throat felt no relief. I knew the water wasn't for relief anyways (I should have known), it was simply to get the gunk out of my mouth. So, that's what I did.

My dad carried me bridal style to my bed. Both of them lied next to me, each on both sides, holding each of my hands. I snuggled with them, my parents, enjoying the warmth of being alive.

"So... you guys hungry?" Dad asked, eliciting a laugh from me.

"Seriously?" I asked as I laughed and placed a hand on my poor, malfunctioning stomach.

Little did I know that that would be the beginning of the end of my world as I knew it.