And there was I, laying on the same place that I have been for almost two weeks, I didn't know what to do, how to move on! My life was OVER.

To say that my parents were worried was understandable, but it was more than that, they were terrified. I could say that I was too, but no, I was numb. There was just one thing that I was sure that I was who I was for a reason and the world wouldn't stop spinning just because my life wasn't what I wanted it to be, I would fight, just like always, I just figuring out how I'm going to do this. FUCK

At this moment my life was really funny, let's say like this, my friends were who I work with, even though most people see it as they have to be my friends since I pay them and everything, I don't like to see it that way, we're like a family, I sing, they dance, play guitar, drums, etc. than they move on with their lives. It's perfectly fine.

You see, I used to be Demi best friend but… you know how life is, and right now I have accept the fact that friendship with me is momentaneous, like with Jonas, Taylor, Mandy, Emily, Jake, Vanessa, Ashley and now Demi. Just how it started it was over.

But back to who are my friends, instead of then, there is just my family, which is far from perfect after my parents just almost got divorced and my father put the blame on me. So my relationship with my father is not the best, but at least he is here and mommy is happy just like my sister.

Things used to be complicated, but now, haha, I don't think there's a word that isn't a cuss to describe it.

Three weeks ago, I was diagnosticated with something that no one would never thought, I have Leukemia, to be more specific like they were to me and I'm never being again Acute Lymphoblastic Leukemia know as ALL. I think that explains why my parents are terrified.

There are two ways of dealing with it, the hard way, or the harder one, the first, everyone know, I can go freely to the hospital do my chemotherapies, visit kids, and everything, and the other I can hide it away from everyone use a wig, and thankful no one will feel sorry for me or come back to talk to me because think that I'm dying.

I should really start thinking what I'm going to do, tomorrow I have chemo and I'm really not waiting for it.

Two seconds after all my thoughts stopped with Noah coming into my room, she came to me and I realize that she just got the news, she was sad, but she was also trying to understand what was going on. Me and Noah have always been best friends, I used to take her out to the movies, babysit her, bake mac & cheese for her and then afterwards watch Disney movies with her. "Is this all true?" she asked so soft that if I wasn't expecting I wasn't going to listen, "Noah bear, you see, I'm not gonna give up, and I think this is more important than the whole thing, don't you think?" I tried to comfort but it's seems impossible. "Are you gonna end up like all those kids we have visit in hospitals, or grampa?" "It's not what I want baby girl, not what I'm going to fight for." I said bringing her closer to me and started to play with her hair. "But it may happen?" I couldn't lie to her, truth hurts but still the truth "Yeah". The only thing she did after that, before we fell in a total silence was a single sight.

"What do you think about watching Nemo? It's been like forever since we watched it together" I tried, smiling at her. In seconds her innocence toke place on her sadness and she started jumping up and down yelling something about popcorn and m&m's.

So there were we now laying on her bed, with big smiles over our faces Noah with her popcorn with M&M's (if you never tried, you should) and I had two sodas for our little movie party. Everything seemed so right now, like nothing was ever going to change. Two hours and a bag of popcorn after we were both passed out on her bed.

Hey, guys so this is my first story in here and i know that it's not that good, but i wanted to have it here, so here it is!

thank you all already! hope you enjoy! =))