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Be sure to check out my other story, Running, it is considerably longer XD
How am I supposed to react to this? What am I supposed to say.
He said it so casually, with a look of pity in his eyes but with a tone that felt like he was telling me we needed to go to the market. 'Is there anyone you want to call?' Sounded more like 'what time should we go?'
I don't even remember walking out of the office and driving back home.
I stare at the bumps in the ceiling, imagining myself running through the flat areas as if my tiny little self could run away from this if I simply tried it hard enough. Instead, as I lay down on my large purple bed, I can feel the cells multiplying, going from being a dime uncontrollable mass of cells and entering my bloodstream and spreading all over.
'T1C' he had called it, what did that even mean? It meant it was the size of a dime, I have a dime growing on my left breast.
The cells rush from my chest to my arms, down my torso and towards my legs. It almost feels like a tingling sensation but more uncomfortable. Like ants running all over your body. You can try to swat them away but they move too fast and are too many to stop them, they'll be everywhere before you know it. Jump, run, skip, they won't leave or stop.
The only way to kill them is with fire. At least that's what it'll feel like I bet. Like fire if I want to stop this, and I have to.
My hair will fall off, my skin will be pale and clammy, my eyes will be hallow and black, nausea will be my constant companion and food won't want to stay down. I won't even have the strength to stand up. How am I expected to fight back?
It's all in my head really, I know it is. There isn't actually any tingling sensations anywhere, I can't feel my cells multiplying faster than they can be stopped.
Everything feels normal. It's just wrong.
They say heart disease is the silent killer. But I respectfully disagree. Its cancer.
I'm too young for this, this isn't supposed to be happening to me. I exercise, I eat right, I sleep well. I don't drink or smoke. I do all my homework, treat those around me right. Sure, I had sex before marriage. Sure, I can have a mean sense of humor but this can't be a case of karma.
"Bella, how did your doctor's visit go?" Edward enters my room without knocking. Never even heard him come in. Sometimes, I think allowing him to have a key was a mistake.
I force myself to look up at him from my spot in the bed. I can't say it out-loud. Not to him or anyone. I can picture his green eyes furrowing in disbelief and then pity when I tell him it's not a joke. To which he would then sit down on my yellow single sofa chair in the corner of my room and tug at his bronze hair that's gotten a bit too long for my personal liking. His tall frame will crouch into itself as he thinks of a solution before realizing this isn't up to him or me to fix it. There is no way I can put him through that. This situation is cruel enough as it is without having to put him through it as well.
"I got the clean bill of health." I lie, jumping off from the bed and head towards my desk to pull out our homework.
Hey guys, I hope that you… enjoyed? This one shot- I mean, at least I think it's a one shot. I guess it depends on how you guys like it and if the characters demand for me to tell their story.
I was at the doctor's office on Thursday (I'm fine) and I wasn't thinking of writing anything at all by the words wouldn't leave my head so I wrote this down and figured I would share.
As I said before, be sure to check out my other story, Running, there are about 16 chapters posted already xD
-Luna Riley