Hello my lovely little readers, I just got this idea reading a different story actually, I like the idea, I just hope I can get the words out, lemme know what ya think, thanks. It's going to be a lot different then my other story, so if you like that, you may not like this, but hey, no harm in trying, right? Okay..I'm lame, hope ya like it(:
xoxo, mary
Dear Diary,
So, today the doctor says they have to start kemo...I'm kinda scared. What if I turn into one of those bald freaks who has to wear those itchy wings and get all sickly and skinny. Why should and girl have to go throught this? I don't know. But I'll keep you posted.
Forever More,
Miley.
"Miley Ray Cyrus, get down here!" My mama called when I didn't get up for school in the morning.
I groaned and moved the pillow from my mouth, "Why should? I have cancer! It's not like I'm ever going to amount to anything mom!" I shouted back, holding in my tears.
I heard her climbing the stairs, thud thud thud, and then she was at my door, opening, coming it, her own water works starting up. "Miles, they're going to cure you, I know it, they will. They'll cure you." She said, whether she was trying to console me, or herself I wasn't sure.
I looked at my mama, my beautiful, healthy mama. Something I could never, ever be. I felt the tears sliding down my cheeks and squeezed my eyes shut. "Mama," I whimpered. "It hurts. So much."
In an instant, she was right next to my, pushing the hair out of my face, tucking the blanket around me, playing with my hair. Anything to soothe me, she'd do anything. "Oh, my baby. I'm so sorry." She whispered, taking my hand in both of hers and bringing it towards her lips, kissing it and resting her head against it. "They're going to make it all go away, I promise baby."
I couldn't bring myself too look at her, couldn't make her suffer along with me anymore, not with all the life she still had in her, even though mine was being sucked out of me every second that went by, I couldn't force her to go through it with me.
I took my hand from hers and pushed my blanket off of me, attempting to swing my legs off my bed like I used too, struggling a bit, but finally succedding. As I stood up I hugged my mom. "I love you," I whispered against her head. "And I'm sorry for everything I'm about to put you through." I took a deep breath as I tore myself away from her, and gave her a look like she had just slapped me across my face.
"Get out!" I shouted at her.