Chapter 1

You always read stories about a girl who has cancer, but that's not my story, I'm a seventeen years old my names john and I've had cancer for two years now. I hate it so much and not for the reason that I'm going to die, I don't care about that; I have nothing to live for anyway. I have my dad but he treats me like a child. He's a cancer control freak. He won't go out with his friends or meet a girlfriend. He's always thinking that I can't do anything for myself, he won't let me go out by myself even if it's just with my friends - well it would help if I actually had any.

I did have friends once, but when they found out about the cancer they just abandoned me. I just want someone, just one special person. Someone I could dream of every night. Someone who didn't treat me like a child. Someone who understood.

But the chances of that happening are zero to none, because first of all my dad, second of all my dad. I bet you think I'm going to say my dad again

Well I am.

It's like me and my dad are completely separated from the whole wide world.

Tomorrow I'm going out without my dad's permission "so may the odds be ever in my favour" yes that's from The Hunger Games. I've read all of the books twice, in one week, that's how bored I am.

Monday morning. I went down stairs, hoping he was gone. Hoping I could escape. Hoping for just one day of freedom, but there he was giving me a huge horrible grin and then he uttered "are you feeling ok today?" I just knew he'd say that; he does every day. I give him a slight nod, and then the words came out "can I go out?" I don't know why I said that. Like he'd even say yes, he's never said yes before so why would he say it now?

Then I heard it. At first I wondered if it was coming from him, I wondered if I'd heard right, I wondered if he really did say yes. Then I remember he never says yes. Under my breath I said "sorry dad, for a minute I thought you said yes" I started walking up the stairs feeling depressed, like always. Then my dad ran after me most likely telling me that I have a doctor's appointment. Again. My dad makes me go to the doctors three times a week. Not because I need to, not because the doctor asks me to. 'It's just to be safe', Dad says, but I think as you can see I've already made up my opinion already and I don't need to go to the doctors three times a week. We all know what's going to happen, so why constantly remind everyone of it every single day.

He started calling my name. I ignored him and started to walk faster up the stairs, and then I reached the landing. I went to my room as quick as I could and locked the door shut. Streams of tears started flowing down my face. I tried to stop myself but the tears just kept falling faster down my face.

Then he started to knock on my door, probably because he can hear me crying. I know you think I'm going to say something bad about that, but he's a parent he should be concerned. Any parent would.

I had enough, I needed to escape. I put my jacket on because you should always wrap up that's what my dad says and when I remember he says that I took off my jacket.

Now what did next was probably one of the most stupid I could have done. I jump out the window. Not to kill myself I'm not that sort of person or was I attempting to kill myself? I'm just kidding I'm not that sort of person. Like I said.

I was free, no could tell me what to do, no stupid doctor's appointment. But soon I would have to face the reality that I would have to come back home because my dad was going to get suspicious that the sound of my crying just stopped and soon he would hunt for me.