Author's Note: Hey guys, this is a preview into my new story. It is based on my life currently. Please review, I would love some feedback. I hope you enjoy! All the names in this story have been changed due to the fact that I am not sure if someone might recognize them.

Dear Diary,

It is August 20th, 2011. Mom just had her neck surgery about 2 weeks ago, she isn't feeling well at all and it's getting really hard to take care of her and Randy while dad is at work while I keep up with school work. My grades are starting to slip… mom had a mammogram done just in case. She said God was telling her to get one and while she was at the hospital in recovery she decided to. She brought me upstairs today to tell me she has cancer… not just any cancer… breast cancer. I can't stop crying. My whole family has had it… Grandma had it… Great Grandma… Grandma's dad had cancer and her Grandpa had cancer. Does that mean I am next? There are so many questions and emotions running through my head, I can't handle it.

*Flashback:

Mom: Baby can you come upstairs and help me for a minute?

Me: Sure mom whatcha need?

Mom: Come in your room. Sit down.

Me: Mom… is everything ok?

Mom: Yes baby, everything is going to be just fine. I got my mammogram results back.

Me: You had a mammogram?

Mom: Baby I have cancer. I have breast cancer

Me: You're lying! Mom that is not funny, stop joking.

Mom: Please let me explain. It is in stage 2, they can cure it. I know the "C" word is scary but I'm going to be ok

Me: Ok? Ok like Grandma who can't move? Ok like Grandpa Otto who died? Ok sick?

Mom: I need you to be able to handle this, I am not telling your brother yet. Dad and I are going to do that together later.

Me: It's not fair! God isn't fair! You are already in pain! You're in a neck brace, you already can't move! You JUST had surgery. It's not fair. They need to check again.

Mom: Come here it'll be ok… shhh

Me: *crying* I can't believe this. I need to just be alone.

Mom: Do you want to talk? I don't know much about it yet but I can try.

Me: No… I'll ask when you find out. When do you start treatment? What is treatment?

Mom: I don't know yet.

Me: Ok.

Mom: Ok baby, I love you.

Me: I love you too mom. *

I immediately ran outside to call Enrique. My hero.

*On the phone

E: Uh.. ZzzZZ.. Hello?

Me: *sobbing* Enrique? Babe wake up, I need you. My mom… she has cancer.

E: I'll be right there. Give me 20 minutes.

Click.*

I just sat outside for a while and cried… then I went in the basement and beat up that mattress Randy cut up. It just isn't fair. I am currently sitting on the floor in the basement… its cold. Why does my mom believe in God? God wouldn't do this to my family if he really loved us. I'm a devout Christian; my mom is even closer to him than I am. It's not fair. She's going to die and there is nothing I can do. Why? Does God hate me Diary?

Help me,

Izzy

I hope it sounds okay! I don't have a beta reader, I am listed as one but I would love a second opinion. If anyone is interested please message me. -Laurel