Hi ya'll! This is my first real story. And its unbeta. First of all, I'd like to say sorry to mental llama, who I promised could beta my first story.
*insert funny disclaimer about how I don't own Glee here*
My eyes closed.
My heart sank.
My hand twitched.
My body froze.
My ears popped.
My nose ran.
My voice faled me.
My mouth sagged.
My mommy screamed.
I saw black.
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I woke up on my mommy and daddy's bed, sad and confused. I could hear mommy and daddy talking in the kitchen, and went down to talk to them
I saw my mommy leaning on the island, talking softly to daddy, like when she sings me to sleep.
"I don't know what to do," she told my daddy, "how do you tell a five year this? That seems so cruel." My mommy started to cry, so I ran up to her, and hugged her legs.
"Its ok mommy, don't cry, I'm sorry." I started to tear up. I don't like when my mommy cries.
My daddy picked me up, and put me on island, beside my mommy. I hugged her around the neck, squishing my face onto her cheek, feeling wet tears.
"Kurt, buddy, we need to tell you something," I nodded "the doctor says your sick, you have something called Cancer."
I nodded, not fully understanding the problem.
"So do I get to stay home and watch cartoons and eat banana popsicles?" I always get to stay home from school when I'm sick, and mommy always buys me popsicles.
"No, Kurt," my daddy looked very sad, and old. "You have to go away, to the hostbul, to better. Y you have to be there at three o'clock tomorrow, you have to go to , and he'll make you better."
My daddy had tears going down his cheeks, but I didn't understand. Why can't they make me better? My mommy and daddy can ALWAYS make me feel better!
"Why can't you fix me, daddy? You and mommy can always make me feel better!" I asked. My head was starting to hurt, and all I wanted to do was get Disney blanket and lie down on the couch with the butty and the beast.
"Because, son, has medason that we are not alode to have. He puts it in a tube in your arm, and it goes into your blood, and it helps you kill the cancer you have. You have to go to an appointment every day for one week, for 6 months. And then you'll be all better, ok Kurt?"
My daddy was rambling, and buy the end of his speech he was sobbing. I could tell that he was trying to stay calm, for me, and that that speech was more for him, then it was for me.
My daddy was really starting to cry, and I couldn't STAND it! So I scooted over to him on the island and raped my small arms around his warm nick, and put my round, child-like face on his shoulder.
I whispered to him, "Its ok, daddy, were all going to be fine"
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T hat was the first time I saw my dad cry.
12 years ago.
All done! I know its small, like REALY small. Only 501 words, but that's a lot for me! Ask my (now very mad) beta! And please, please please please please PLEASE tell me suggestions. I have no idea where this story is going. R&R!