"Shelly, we need to talk to you." My dad said, I could hear the pain in his voice. I hesitated towards the stairs already knowing what my parents had to tell me. I watched my feet carefully as I walked down the stairs as I tried to take as much time as possible. When I finally reached the living room my parents refused to look up at me. I sat down on the empty couch across from them. "It's about your cousin." My mom said still not looking up at me. "She's dying." I knew it. I knew this was coming; it was just a matter of time. I didn't wait for my parents to comfort me and let them see me cry. I walked out of the room ignoring them as they called me to come back. I slowly went up the stairs letting the pain sink in. I went into my room and shut the door quietly and locked it. I sat in front of the door because I felt too sick to do anything. The tears started to pour out of my eyes and ran down my cheeks and onto the floor.
Why did this have to happen now? I was just getting my life back to normal and now it's messed up again. My cousin was the only person I could trust and relate to.
