Chapter 1
The Headache
I woke up again in the middle of the after noon and moaned. 'Not the pain.please.no more pain.' I thought to myself. Three weeks of headaches with no relief but sleep, I felt tired..lost..pain. Just then my mother opened the door and came in with a tall glass of water. "Here ya go honey. I thought you might be thirsty." Mrs. Tsukino smiled gently and then sat down on the bed. "Are you feeling any better?.." I whimpered and shook my head. "Mom. it hurts so much.Why wont the pain go away?" Mrs.Tsukino could only sigh and stroke my cheek. "I wish I knew hon., but I don't." With that mother got up and left the room, hearing the phone ring. I laid there in the silence of my room, thinking upon my life and how much it's changed. At the age of 9 I remembered the family get together in Alaska for both my Aunts marriage and for my Grandmother Tsukinos death. I clearly remembered the happy wedding, as I got to be the ring barer while my new cousin got to dress as the flower girl. I love my Aunt Wanda very much and I think of her as a second mother. But then going up to spend the last months with my dying grandmother hurt. There were always lots of people around and they all seemed so sad.. I loved Alaska and the land my Grandparents owned. The small house next to a stream and forest. Down a short path was the small pond.I smiled through the pain at the happy times of feeding the fish with my grandmother went through my head. Then skipping to the age of 11 living with my mother in a small apartment with my two older brothers. I cringed as the memories of my father leaving filled my head. I knew he wasn't going to come back and say he was sorry. He changed his life around. He told the family he was gay and wanted to live the life he never was able to. Mother was horribly sad but kept the family going as best she could. After that I moved in with my Aunt. Making the chose to say that I wasn't moving down to California with my mother. It was 5 years till my mother moved out of California and found an apartment in Medford, Oregon. I thought it was best to live with my mother for a while since she missed me so much. That's why I was here now, in my new room with most of her stuff. The headache started sometime in the first week of December. I went to school here and there but couldn't seem to work on anything. It was only a few more days till Christmas Eve. Mother came in with the phone saying it was Dad on the line. I sighed and took the phone from her and put it to my ear. "Hello?" I said into it. A moment later I heard my fathers voice on the other end. "Hey princess how's it going?" I sighed and answered truthfully. "Not so good Daddy.. My head still hurts and its been three whole weeks. How do I make it go away?" I could here him stop and think for a moment. "Sweetie you need to get your mother to take you to the hospital. If it hasn't gone away not it won't go away unless you get help. You never know hon. But come new years.you might be dead." I gasped some and then sighed. "Alright Daddy.. I'll have mom take me to the hospital tomorrow." "Good hon. And always remember.." I smiled some, I knew what to say, father always did this with me, it was a tradition with us. "I know, I know. Daddy loves me. I love you too dad." "Okay hon. Talk to you later." "Bye Daddy.." With that I pressed the off button and set the phone down. I turned over again and tried to sleep to keep the pain away. 'Tomorrow I'll go to the hospital.maybe they'll find out whats wrong with me'
The Headache
I woke up again in the middle of the after noon and moaned. 'Not the pain.please.no more pain.' I thought to myself. Three weeks of headaches with no relief but sleep, I felt tired..lost..pain. Just then my mother opened the door and came in with a tall glass of water. "Here ya go honey. I thought you might be thirsty." Mrs. Tsukino smiled gently and then sat down on the bed. "Are you feeling any better?.." I whimpered and shook my head. "Mom. it hurts so much.Why wont the pain go away?" Mrs.Tsukino could only sigh and stroke my cheek. "I wish I knew hon., but I don't." With that mother got up and left the room, hearing the phone ring. I laid there in the silence of my room, thinking upon my life and how much it's changed. At the age of 9 I remembered the family get together in Alaska for both my Aunts marriage and for my Grandmother Tsukinos death. I clearly remembered the happy wedding, as I got to be the ring barer while my new cousin got to dress as the flower girl. I love my Aunt Wanda very much and I think of her as a second mother. But then going up to spend the last months with my dying grandmother hurt. There were always lots of people around and they all seemed so sad.. I loved Alaska and the land my Grandparents owned. The small house next to a stream and forest. Down a short path was the small pond.I smiled through the pain at the happy times of feeding the fish with my grandmother went through my head. Then skipping to the age of 11 living with my mother in a small apartment with my two older brothers. I cringed as the memories of my father leaving filled my head. I knew he wasn't going to come back and say he was sorry. He changed his life around. He told the family he was gay and wanted to live the life he never was able to. Mother was horribly sad but kept the family going as best she could. After that I moved in with my Aunt. Making the chose to say that I wasn't moving down to California with my mother. It was 5 years till my mother moved out of California and found an apartment in Medford, Oregon. I thought it was best to live with my mother for a while since she missed me so much. That's why I was here now, in my new room with most of her stuff. The headache started sometime in the first week of December. I went to school here and there but couldn't seem to work on anything. It was only a few more days till Christmas Eve. Mother came in with the phone saying it was Dad on the line. I sighed and took the phone from her and put it to my ear. "Hello?" I said into it. A moment later I heard my fathers voice on the other end. "Hey princess how's it going?" I sighed and answered truthfully. "Not so good Daddy.. My head still hurts and its been three whole weeks. How do I make it go away?" I could here him stop and think for a moment. "Sweetie you need to get your mother to take you to the hospital. If it hasn't gone away not it won't go away unless you get help. You never know hon. But come new years.you might be dead." I gasped some and then sighed. "Alright Daddy.. I'll have mom take me to the hospital tomorrow." "Good hon. And always remember.." I smiled some, I knew what to say, father always did this with me, it was a tradition with us. "I know, I know. Daddy loves me. I love you too dad." "Okay hon. Talk to you later." "Bye Daddy.." With that I pressed the off button and set the phone down. I turned over again and tried to sleep to keep the pain away. 'Tomorrow I'll go to the hospital.maybe they'll find out whats wrong with me'