Hi everyone! Thank all the people who have favorite/follow this ff. Not having any beta, I ask your pardon in advance for all the grammar/spelling mistakes that you could find. After a brief hiatus, I've decided to keep on with this story but I've seen that some things needed to be changed, so I've made some modifies. I hope that you will still enjoy this story. Thanks again!
Prologue
She was dying. Or at least that was what the clinical report said. However, it was not unusual for doctors to be wrong, wasn't it? It happened that results were misjudged or changed with others. Maybe, while she was there paralyzed for her not-going-to-be future; another woman in the other part of Mystic Falls was reading the news of a new pregnancy or of an ulcer or God-knows-what when actually she had a brain cancer. But she didn't know 'cause our results had been exchanged.
It had to be gone in that way. That was clear, because, let's face the reality, the cancer was not hers.
She was just nineteen. She was not supposed to have cancer. In a few months she should have graduated, celebrated with her boyfriend and friends, got drunk in New York and then come back and chose my courses at university... she couldn't be dying. She was nineteen, she was Miss Mystic Falls, she was chief in charge for parties in my high school. She wasn't supposed to be dying... It had to be just a normal medical exam. It had to be some sort of stress disease or one of those billions freaking disorders associated with adolescence.
She couldn't die. She wouldn't die.
So, it was with this resolution and the clinical report in her hands that, when Dr Fell came back in the studio, she said:
" I'm sorry Dr Fell but I think there must have been a mistake. You see, these results can't be mine. I don't smoke, I've always had a healthy and fabulous life style...well, maybe I could have drunk a beer once or twice, and maybe recently I shouldn't have dined so many times at the Mystic Grill, but I'm a cheerleader and, truth be told, my legs haven't seen a gram of fat since the second year of the elementary school" she kept talking with tears coming up into her eyes "These CAN'T be my results..."
"Caroline" Meredith Fell interrupted trying to calm her down holding her shoulders to keep her still- she hadn't realized that she was shivering - "was there when you were born, believe me when I say that I am far more surprised and..." she sighed " neither I could accept the results at the beginning, but I've checked them three times... I'm truly sorry"
"Oh my God..." she whispered staring into her eyes with those tears now running through her face "I ...I'm dying". And she nodded.
And here it was how she got it. It is not a piece of paper, or some blood exams or your body that falls into wrecks that make you realize your conditions; it's when you see that mixture of sadness and pity into someone else's eyes that you know what the reality is.