A/N: So.. this is a story... and like it's the bestest thing ever lykkk ommmggg
Real A/N: Hi everyone :) This is my third story and surprise surprise, it's a PJO one again. Anyway read and if you want review (I'm just saying 'if you want' to be nice) because reviews are like candy :)
I stood in the doorway, letting the wind rush past me, sending shivers down my spine. Normal people would shut the door and walk away. And although I appeared to be normal –or as normal as a girl dressed in all black can– I was far from normal. Normal people liked music that wasn't about dying. Normal people talked back to their parents once in a while, not every time they open their mouths. Normal people put the cereal in before the milk. Normal people did not stand in the doorframe just to feel the wind.
Normal people often weren't dying.
I mean, it'd be weird if you just didn't die –not normal at all I might add– but it wasn't everyday when you were deciding how to break it to your friends that you would most likely be dead, nothing but a still, cold corpse, before July. Especially if previously mentioned friends just kind of ignored you until they needed help with something, like what lip gloss they should wear on their date with Luke Castellan or whether Conner Stoll would like them better in a skanky mini rather then skinny jeans.
I'll admit it here and now; I have no idea why I'm friends with these people. Except that we've been friends since kindergarten and well, you go through a lot from the ages five to sixteen. When we first were friends boys were gross and had cooties and now there were discussions about their...wand size. Seriously.
It's not like I don't think about boys and whatnot but sometimes more important things like for example your friend dying of cancer. Which brings me to the second biggest problem, how the heck do I tell them?
Do I just say it straight out like "Hey Silena, Drew, Rachel. Guess what I'm dying! Isn't that just neat?" or do I go for the more emotional punch "Guys, we've been friends for forever and I'm sorry to say forever is just about end. I just got told I have cancer and I'm going to die" and cue the waterworks.
Do I even tell them? Could I just not tell them and keep it a secret. I mean, it's not like I'll be able to feel bad when I see their faces because of the fact that I'll be dead. All in favour of Operation Don't Tell Them? Good.
Except, shoot. Annabeth. I owe it to her to tell her. I owe it to her to make things right.
You see, back in the eighth grade it was Silena, Rachel, Drew, me and Annabeth. Until one day the other three decided that they hated Annabeth (this kind of thing always happens to the smart girls) and we shouldn't be friends with her anymore. So lucky me, I got to make a choice, them or Annabeth, who I was always closest too.
Obviously I chose them and away went Annabeth. Away went the bond of two girls who were closer then sisters. The only perk was that I got instant popularity and even that wasn't worth it without Annabeth.
So I guess you can see the flaw in my otherwise perfect plan. But then I could tell her and not everyone else.
"Thalia," my Aunt Sally called softly. I lived with her since my mom decided she didn't give a crap about me and my dad ditched before I was born. Now though, she's looking at me like she's trying to memorize my face and burn it into her mind. "Close the door, it's chilly out."
Obligingly, I pushed the door shut slowly. With my head down, I walked over to her.
"Thalia," she said again. I bit my lip and glanced up at her gentle expression. "Have you made your decision?" I fiddled with the bracelet on my wrist before taking a deep breath, letting the fresh air fill my lungs.
"I'm not telling anyone. I want to die with things staying the same. I don't want people taking pity on me. That already happens enough," I said in a surprisingly more confident voice then I'd thought. Sally pursed her lips and the worry lines scrunched up on her forehead. A wave of guilt passed through me, she wasn't related to me by blood (my mom got knocked up by Sally's dead husbands brother and somehow she wound up taking me in)
"Thalia, you need to go tell Percy everything though. I'm not doing that," Sally said gently. I nodded before heading towards the stairs, my heart pounding. Percy was pretty much my brother and we were super close but not in that way, it's a strictly brother and sister relationship, no romance. Besides, Percy was in love with Annabeth, even though that made things a little awkward at times.
"Percy," I said, opening his door. He glanced up and beckoned for me to come on in. "I have to tell you something."
"Thalia, are you okay? What's going on? Does this have to do with the doctor this morning?" When I didn't answer he groaned and started muttering swears under his breath. "Tell me Thalia," Percy said, looking worried.
"I have leukemia and I'm probably going to die," I said in a tiny voice. For a moment there's complete silence and then Percy starts laughing hysterically. This is not good. I do what any non-normal person would do. Raising my hand, I slap it across his face with a loud stinging smack.
"Sorry," he said after a while, the words canceling out the silence. "It's just I never expected this to happen to you. You're strong, you're tough and you've always seemed invincible."
"I get what you're saying. If I was told a day ago that all the weird things were actually cancer I'd yell bullcrap," I told him.
"How are you going to tell everyone at school?" Percy asked, glancing at me. If you looked at his face you could still tell where my hand hit him on his right cheek.
"I'm not. It's staying a secret. I'm still the same person; just I might not be a living person for long." Percy was quiet again and it was so uncharacteristic it made me feel awkward. I started fidgeting.
"Won't that make things worse though? If you do..." he paused, uncertain of what to say.
"When I die you mean. The doctor said that unless we find the right match for a bone marrow transplant before May, I'm dead. He just said it straight out." I began to fidget once more, curling and uncurling my toes. Percy looks like the wind just got knocked out of him for the second time in five minutes. The tears were threatening to tumble out of my eyes so I jumped out and darted into my room down the hall. With a delicate click the door locked and I collapsed on my bed, the mattress sinking in the middle, leaving an imprint of my body. Memory foam.
After of about ten minutes of blissful relaxation there was a knock on the door.
"What?" I called out. A moment of hesitation and then speaking.
"Just so you know, we're going to find your perfect match," Percy announced and then I heard the padding of footsteps walking away. Despite the fact that at the very moment I was probably slowly dying (literally) my face broke out into a smile.
A/N: Hope you liked it :)
Oh and funny story. Me and a couple friends were talking about memory foam beds (I have one) and then I was like "Why is it even called memory foam?" and then this happened...
Friend 1: Well because it kind of memorizes where you were.
Me: That makes so much sense.
Friend 2: Yeah it's like laptop because it goes on your lap.
Me: Holy crap. I never knew that. And then like desktop because it goes on your desk. Holy frick. Life makes sense.
Friend 1: Yeah and like cheese grater because it grates the cheese. (She was being sarcastic haha)
Me: Shut up. This is a development in my life that we need to sit down and cherish.
So yeah.. just me being completely oblivious and totally not realizing how obvious this all was.
OH and review?