Hey, well I finally decided to develop my oneshot into a story. For all those who haven't read it, it's fine, and for those who have and are wondering if the story ends like that…well, I'm not sure. Anything could happen. I'll probably decide halfway through on impulse or something.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own anything but my own characters.

"You're going to die," said the doctor.

It's not every day that someone tells you that. Then again, not everyone has a health issue. I guess in some ways it's funny, how just a few weeks ago I was enjoying my time with my friends, going to parties, watching films and then all of a sudden I start to get headaches. Really bad headaches. I honestly thought it was just one of those random ones that would come and pass but it never did. The pain continued for days until my mother took me to the doctors, which they booked a brain scan. Turns out I have a brain tumour that's been growing in the back of my head, in the part of the brain where memories are kept. I suppose that explains why I can't remember anything past the age of 12, I mean there are a few things I remember, but I don't remember my childhood. I don't even remember the date of my own father's birthday.

I slowly turn my head to the left, watching my mothers face freeze in shock, slowly crumbling and tears rolling down her face. And what do I feel? Nothing. Well, besides the pain in my head but other than that nothing. A pool of emptiness would be a better explanation; I guess I'm in shock. I hope I stay in shock for a long time. The doctor locked his eyes on mine, whilst his lips pulled an apologetic smile.

"Unfortunately the tumour has grown to the extent where it is too deep, and even if you had the surgery to remove it, the chances of you surviving are very slim. Of course you can still have the surgery if you wish so do so." I glanced back at my mother, her hazel eyes were bloodshot and her complexion was pale from shock. I quickly look away, knowing full well that if I look at her any longer I would probably breakdown. I've never been much of an open person, whenever I'm angry or sad at someone I would just keep it to myself. I'll probably breakdown later, when I'm alone and in my room.

So I really am going to die I thought. My brain blanked out everything else, what people were saying and where I was. I clenched my hands and lowered my head, so that my fringe would be hiding my facial expressions.

At first I was angry. How dare they not have noticed this sooner? Doctors go and have years of training, and they didn't even notice this? Are they beyond stupid or something?

Then came denial. Of course this isn't happening. This is all just a dream, a really bad dream. Or maybe I'm already in a coma and I'm dreaming. Or this is just one of those prank shows, and if it is, they better be prepared for me to sue their ass.

After, I was in fear. I'm too young to die, I'm 16 and I haven't even lived my life. How is my mother going to survive without me? I'm her emotional support, without me, she would go crazy. What the hell do I do? I could have the surgery; I still have a chance of surviving.

I didn't want to think. I firmly closed my eyes, putting my hands to my ears in hopes that it would some how block out my thoughts, but it didn't work.

"I want to go home," I mumbled, loud enough for the doctor and my mother to hear. When I reopened my eyes, my mother nodded at me and I followed her out of the room. I don't remember how, but before I knew it, I was at home sitting on my bed.

Finally, alone and in solitude I thought. The blue walls, made the mood even worse and I could hear the patter of rain. I listened, in case my mother was near the door, but heard nothing so I let everything out. I rested my head against the wall, whilst the tears trickled down my face. My heart felt as if it was being ripped to pieces, and the words 'why me?' chanted on and on. I felt as if an enormous black hole was eating me, as the images of my loved one flashed through my mind. I was tired of crying. I was tired of knowing that no matter how hard I would try to fight this, I would die. I was tired of the pain that grew more in my head. I was tried of life.

The sound of chirping birds had woken me up. I slowly opened my eyes not wanting to get up, but knowing that it would be best. So I cried myself to sleep, that's a first, I thought. I grabbed a pair of black jeans and a blue hoodie, before going to the shower. When I had finished I brushed my black hair, trying to look presentable but failing due to my eyes still being puffy from crying. The pain was still gnawing in the back of my head. When I had reached downstairs, I saw my mother standing in front of the door waiting for me. Her dark hair was wrapped in a bun, and her eyes were swollen from the tears. She gave me a reassuring smile, before wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a hug. My body froze, wanting to end the hug as soon as possible. I didn't want to be pitied; I just wanted to be left alone.

"Your sister is coming back this afternoon. She's going to take us out for lunch." I sighed. Jade was 3 years older than me, and was studying Law in university. I only saw her about 3 times a week for about an hour, not that I minded: I was use to it, I adapt to things easily. People would be confused of who's who, since us both looked similar but I was taller than her. My mother arms were now by her sides, her eyes staring at my face. I tried to give an as natural smile as I could.

"Sure, sounds fun," I really wanted to ask her how long I had left, but I didn't want to make things any worse, "I'm just going to the library first, and I'll be back in an hour."

She frowned, "Your sister will be here soon."

"I know, I just wanted to get something to read. I promise I'll be back as soon as I can."

She sighed, "Fine, but be careful." I rolled my eyes.

"I will." I gave her a kiss on the cheek, before running out of the house. The Library was only a 20 minute walk, and I would go their to get away from the stress of everything, after all, what better way to make yourself feel better and lose yourself than reading a book?

I walked down the pavement watching the familiar buildings go past me. The sun was out, and there were only a few clouds. The fragrance from a rose bush was wafted through the air by the summer breeze and the birds were chirping louder than usual. I eventually made it to the library. The building loomed over the streets; anyone who walked on the pavement would be covered by its shadow. When I reached the inside of the building, a waft of the smell of old books hit me: the smell was nogalistic. As I reached the front desk the receptionist smiled at me. She was about the age of thirty, and her blonde hair was in a ponytail. Her green eyes sparkled as I walked closer to her, she must have some juicy gossip to tell me.

"Lucy, I'm guessing you have something interesting to tell," I said. I had been here and talked to her a lot of times enough to be on a first name basis.

"You bet. Guess what? My brother is getting married!" she chattered for a while, but I really didn't want to hear her. I wasn't in the mood. What am I doing? I thought I can't keep on getting down about this. I should enjoy life to the fullest before I die. But I couldn't move on easily, the more I thought about what would happen, the worse the feeling of someone slowly digging a knife in my gut.

"Alice, hey Alice are you okay? You look like your about to cry?" My eyes widened, damn I forgot I'm like an open book to people who know me. I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck.

"..No, no I'm fine," she raised an eyebrow, "really, I'm fine. Has my book come yet?"

"No, not yet." I sighed and started to walk away.

"Wait, Alice come here a second." I turned around surprised to see her holding out a plastic bag with something in it.

"Open it." I reached my hand in the bag and pulled out a purple notebook. The front cover had nothing on it and it was filled with lined pages, there was even a small black pen sitting on the binder. I opened my mouth, ready to ask why she had bought me this, but she cut me off before I could say anything.

"There was a sale, 2 for 1, and I only need one. Cheer up Alice; I don't like seeing you like this." Her eyes were full of concern.

"Thanks," I smiled. I had planned on telling her I was fine, but who was I kidding? I would always say I was fine no matter how I was feeling. Then again, I'd rather be in denial and ignorant than know the truth and face everything. I walked down the pavement, not watching my surroundings as I was deep in thought. Spontaneous gifts always cheered me up; then again if you gave me a cookie, I would be pretty happy.

BEEEEEEP!

The sound of car honking snapped me out of thought. I looked to my right and saw an old lady walking out to the road. Is she crazy?

"Wait! Stop!" I shouted. Luckily she seemed to have noticed the noise and had started to move backwards. The car drove past her, the driver shouting out from the window about her being stupid, I sighed.

"Crazy old lady," I muttered. I continued to walk down the road slowly, noticing that she was staring at me. She was mouthing something. I squinted my eyes, is she saying wash ow? What the hell is wash ow? I turned my head forward and went SMACK straight into a lamp post. I fell backwards on to the concrete floor, the pain in my head spreading. Black spots appeared in my sight, and my body was shutting down, refusing to listen to me. Oh, so she watch out, I thought. The world grew black.

What, you were expecting her to get hit by a car? Oh, and don't worry her mood will lighten up after a few chapters, I'm don't really enjoy writing about her acting all depressed but she's human. All humans grieve and get depressed.

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