Author note: ok so I rarely get to write because I have such a hectic schedule, but I'll definitely attempt to update as often as possible.
One Reason
Summary: Summer has always believed she would have a perfect life. She is going to the Liberal Art University of her dreams and life is shining. Except one small, simple word, that to the naked eye seems as unthreatening as the next word, crushes her life. Cancer.
Summer contracts a terminal brain tumor that leaves her only a couple weeks of life. As tensions ride high she discovers things about herself and her family, forever changing her perspective life and gives her the reason.
Chapter 1: Prologue
To be an artist you need one thing…life filled- pain. You could have a story, but it's nothing without the pain. You would have no substance, only a flat picture of a butterfly. I'm not trying to sound like a teen aguish and before a couple months ago I wouldn't believe I actually said this, but it's true. Surrounding that pain is a blanket of love and contentment. You have your friends, family, and future. Then it comes. A huge gust of blasts your safety blanket away from you; you could try nailing the blanket down or imagine its warmth surrounding you. You could ignore its absence or be truly happy, but you will always feel the ghost of the wind pushing against you. Beating at your sides.
Of course that could just be the physical pain from my head, but I never know for certain these days. All I know is that once I leave I'm not going to need protection from the gust because I'm slipping as we speak. Once I fall, I'll give a farewell wave and maybe shed of tear or two, but I'm not going to be sad.
I think the only thing I regret is leaving him behind. I can still see his brown eyes blurred in tears as I left. I can still see the love and brokenness balancing in his expression. I still see all their faces.
But it's better this way. I wouldn't be able to stand it if they got hurt because of what's happened. Suddenly I feel shooting pain down my spine that leaves my eyes with watery tears and makes me want to scream in bloody murder, but I don't because that would mean letting it win. It won't be long now. I allow myself one more look as I feel darkness seeping in and I see a glowing sunset with a clear peacefully orange sky.
I feel better now that I can see the color, after all I wanted to be an artist, and I let out a happy laugh, feeling strangely light. I can hear alarmed shouts in the distance but it no longer matters because it's here. The last thing I see is the sun set completely before it's over…and I'm dead.
Author note: so, in future chapters I will include more than just terminal diseases, so expect the supernatural. Also Embry is involved in this story as well.