Sarah sat in the circle twirling her hair around her finger. Her soft brown hair was long falling right in the middle of her back. God she loved her hair. Sarah wasn't vain or self centered she just knew what she loved and she loved her hair. The way she could style it and brush it out. How she could just throw it up or curl it. She had always felt the possibilities were endless, but soon it would all be gone. Sarah had stage II leukemia. Her cancer was treatable but cancer nonetheless. The doctors told her in a year she would be healthy and free of this hell once again, but until then it was treatments and scans and hospital visits...or it would be starting next week. Then her hair ,the only part of her she's ever really truly love, would fall out.
As she sat in "the circle of truth" she listened to Patrick tell his story. His story of Testicular cancer and almost dieing but then not dieing and how god had "spared his life". He spoke of the "Grace of God" and how they were in the "literal freaking heart of Jesus" (which Sarah hadn't noticed before but the church shaped like a cross and they were sat where the two bored would have overlapped). As they sat Sarah looked at the cancer kids. Some looked fresh from treatment while others looked normal, others looked just look just like her, kinda scared, little all went around introducing themselves. Name, age, diagnose, and how they were doing that day. Only two others stood out to Sarah.
The first, Issac. He was seventeen. He had an eye cancer that had robbed him of not one but both of his eyes, and he said he wasn't good. His best friend (a girl he called hazel) had died a few weeks a ago and he missed her. The other a girl named Mary. she was 15 with stage III leukemia. she said she was scared (she had a scan coming up). Sarah looked at Mary as she stood to say her name.
"My name is Sarah. I'm 17 next month, stage ll leukemia, and," She stood there for a second. How was she doing? "I'm scared as well" She decided. she went to sit down but before she could Patrick asked "Why are you scared?" She laughed ever so slightly.
"Well I was just diagnosed last week, I haven't told anyone at school, and, " She began to tear up "as vain and stupid this is going to sound, " she stood silently for another second, "I'm about to lose me hair. and I know it sounds stupid and childish but for the past four year since my grandfather died I've struggled with self harm and depression. And I've finally gotten to the point where I don't hate my self and now I have cancer and I hate my self all over again. I love my hair and the way I look and know in going to lose it all." She was sobbing by the time she sat down. She finally admitted it. She hated herself all over again. As she's sitting she hear her name.
"Sarah it's not stupid." She looked up to see Isaac standing up. He was just looking straight ahead because he can't see her. "You're about to lose something that means a lot to you, so it's not stupid. It's gonna hurt and it's gonna suck but it's not stupid. In the past year I have lost both of my closest friends. The only person I have left in this hell hole we call a planet is my mom and dad and even then my dad doesn't help much. So I have my mom. Gus," Isaac's voice became strained, " Gus used to say that he would be there when I needed him. And he," Issac sobbed "and he died. So did hazel. And now I'm alone and in need of something stronger than lemonade." Isaac sat down and continued to cry. He was all alone but still here.
A/N: so this is my second story...Please review what you think!