CHAPTER ONE
It was a Sunday. The day I found out I was going to die, was a normal Sunday like so many before it. I was attending a routine doctor's appointment. I had been experiencing abnormal sickness lately, but all around didn't feel too bad. Apparently this meant I had cancer, and there was a good possibility that in a little more than a year, I would no longer be on this earth.
My mother had broken down crying in the doctor's office, and it had taken me several minutes, almost half an hour in fact to get her out of there and into the car. I got in the driver's seat because due to her uncontrollable sobbing she was clearly unable to operate a vehicle. When we had found out, I had held her close and told her it would be alright, but it was hard for me to comfort her because she had instantly turned into an emotional wreck. I decided then, that the best thing to do was just to take her home, so that's what I did.
On the long stretch of highway from the hospital home, I began letting the news sink in, trying to drown out my mother's sobbing beside me. I had cancer, and would probably die from it; okay I had to deal with it. My mother had always told me how strong I was, and I realized I was most of the time, and I guess I realized that even at news like this, there was nothing I could do about it now, so coping was the best option. I won't lie and say I wasn't scared to die, but the thing that scared me the most was leaving my mother. I didn't know if she would be able to handle loosing me, but I knew if I made the rest of the time we had together count, I could try to help her deal with it. I loved her so much, and I knew this was killing her. I wasn't as scared of leaving my best friend, because I knew he was strong enough to move on with his life; however he was the only other person in my life who meant as much to me as my mother did. They would both be okay when I was gone, I was sure of it.
When we arrived home, I helped my mother out of the car and she immediately went to her room, unable to do anything but cry. She needed to be by herself so I told her I loved her, and left her on her bed. I made my way up the stairs and entered my room. I closed the door, turned the light off and got underneath the covers. It may sound like I went into a state of depression, but I really was just tired, and wanted to rest. I guess having cancer can do that to you. Oh well, I'll live; for now.
I was only eighteen. How could I have cancer? Why did I of all people get cancer? I let my mind wander to what the doctor had told me. He had informed me that over the last few months the cancer had progressed rapidly and was at a late stage. He didn't know the actual cause of the cancer, saying it could have been genetics or the environment, but informed me that it was irrelevant. My body would most likely loose it's battle within a year and a half, maybe less, but during that time I would still be able to live relatively normally, and try to enjoy the time I had left with my loved ones; my loved ones to me being my mother and Kevin. They were the only people that mattered in my life. It had always been just my mother and I, I had never known my father, and ever since the age of four Kevin has been my best friend. One day at school, a small curly haired boy had bounced his way over to me in the sandbox and informed me that we should be friends. I, a small brunette with not many friends, of course thought this was a great idea and we had been inseparable ever since. I chuckled as the memory of that day played through my head, at the realization that I had to leave Kevin, however, a single tear slid down my cheek. I loved him too much to leave this world without him. My tears suddenly turned into sobs, and I wept, not wanting to die, too scared to know what to do, and not wanting my life to end before I had experienced all of life's amazing milestones. I cried for hours, tucking myself into my duvet, and eventually drifting off to sleep from the exhaustion that had come from today's events.
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I awoke a few hours later, and by now it was around eleven o'clock at night. I had slept for quite a while, but the sound of my cell phone ringing woke me, and I quickly answered it recognizing the personal ring tone set for my best friend.
I made sure I sounded somewhat normal before answering the phone, I couldn't tell Kevin yet, and I didn't want him to figure it out from my voice. "Hey Kev." I spoke semi-groggily, which was understandable because I had just woken up.
"Hey Shay, you don't sound too good." He observed. Damn that boy, he could tell from just two words that I wasn't myself and right now I hated that he knew me so well.
"I just woke up Jonas, I'm fine." I used a joking tone, hoping to throw him off.
"Oh, sleeping during the day now are we? Well I just thought I'd call before I went to bed 'cause I didn't see you today, how was the boring old doctors appointment anyways?" He asked.
"Thanks, I needed a nap, I didn't sleep to well last night, and it was fine, just as boring as ever." I lied, hoping I was being believable, I just couldn't tell him yet, not yet.
"Well that's good, so do you want to hang out tomorrow? Summer vacation just started and we're off to a pretty lame start, we haven't done anything yet." He explained.
"Uh-yeah sure, just not too early, maybe come over at around noon?" I asked, knowing I'd need the sleep, and time to get ready.
"Sounds Good Shay, I'll see you then. Good night!" Kevin added, and I wished him good night hanging up the phone just in time to feel nausea hit me.
I jumped out of bed and ran into my bathroom, just in time before emptying my lack of stomach contents into the toilet bowl. Dying sucks.
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[size=1][b]Alright that was chapter one. Thoughts? Also I'd just like to clarify a few things, one I don't know much about cancer, so I won't specify the type she has, it's not really relevant anyways. I guess you could say I made up my own type of cancer because I'm not sure of the symptoms, or lengths of time people are expected to live and whatnot. It's all really irrelevant to the story line anyways, and I'll make it up as I go. Anyways, what do you guys think? Comments are love.[/b][/size]
