It's just a memory. A memory of white clean walls, clinical walls, white sheets, a white bed - everything is just plain white. The monitor is beeping, and I'm lying in the bed doing absolutely nothing. I have an IV in my arm, it's filled with blood. I know it sounds weird but I don't mind being here anymore, of course I want the cancer to dissappear, but being here also means I'm sure they haven't overlooked anything, and I know people are taking care of me. When I'm in here I'm not afraid. If the cancer strikes again I know I'll be in good hands. The outside world is scary though, you can easily get lost and in an instant something could happen and no one would know how to help me.
It seems like it's just a dream, but it's not. It's a memory. A memory I haven't though of lately. I remember Hannah staring at me, hating me for being sick. Not because she was afraid of me dying, but because she wasn't sick. I know how crazy that may sound, but it actually isn't. When you have a child with a disease the other children feel left out, feel alone, feel like their parents don't love them as much, and even though it isn't like that. I know where she was coming from. I took everything from her - from her parents to her life.
There had been countless days where she had been eating by herself, because mum and dad had been with me in the hospital. She would come home to an empty house, and mum and dad would forget that she wasn't in the hospital with us, all they had there minds on was me. There had been countless days where she had been waiting for them to see her play football, but they didn't show up, they never did, not after I got sick. Ever since my diagnose all their attention had been on me, and even though I loved them for that, I also hated them for leaving out Hannah. It wasn't her fault I was sick, but still she was the one suffereing from it. She had to grow up too fast, and for that I was truly sorry.
"I hate you!" She had said. "It's all your fault!" She had given me an apology afterwards telling me she didn't mean it, but I knew she did. She resented me for taking away her parents, and in some way I did too.
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