A few minutes later I turned into my long curvy driveway. My house has became chaotic since my diagnoses. My parents are usually crying when I arrive home. They sob and tell me how much they love me. Honestly I was starting to get annoyed with it. I carefully parked behind the left garage in the driveway. I opened up my garage, and reached back in my seat and picked up my folders and my works. Yet I was careful when I did it, I didn't want to bruise myself. Thin white figures opened my door, slowly I slid out of the Neon. Getting up, I hoped not to fall on my ass. All my things were tucked under my arm. Trudging into the garage, I noticed both cars were here.

'Great..they're both home.' I truly do love my parents, but lately they were getting too much for me. I walked right into the garage. Then I placed my things on the deep freezer, and then I close the garage and locked my car. As I entered the house, I shouted to my parents.

"Hey! I'm home!" Silently I hope they didn't hear me, so they didn't cover me in love. Sometimes I hated coming home, because of the treatment later that usually happened later when I came home. I took three steps and my mother greeted me.

"Hey, Sweetie." My mother greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, Mom." Walking over to the kitchen isle I placed all of my folders and such on top of it. "When is my next-?" My phone was going off,

"Imagine all the people/ Living life today/ Yu- yuh.."

For the second time today I glanced down at my caller ID, it was Troy. I could feel my cheeks becoming red.

"Hey Troy." This time, I couldn't void his questions. Yet I tried to act cool and well...normal.

"Kelsi, what's honestly wrong?" Troy seem very worried now. I really don't want anyone to tell him. My voice started to shake.

"It's no-t-hi-ng, Tr-o-y." I was so ashamed of myself, but I didn't want people to be weird about me.

"Kelsi..." His voice seemed so cool and calming, yet he knew something was wrong. Troy's voice soften even more.

"Tr-oy, pl-e-ase!" Still my weak voice was shaking, my body was starting to shake. Something came over me, and I pulled the phone from my ear and hung up on Troy. God, what I did was wrong but, I didn't want to buckle and tel him. Tears started to form and fall from my face. I know Troy, is worried about me. My darling mother's voice came from the office.

"Hun, you have a treatment today!" A fresh set of tears fell from my eyes. My mother walked out of the office to see me wiping a fresh set of tears away. "Shhh, it's going to be alright honey." Mom wrapped her arms around me like I was a small child. "Your strong, you can fight this. Come on, now." Yet it was brief. Mom got up and went to the dinning room getting her purse.

"Mom, is it going to be ok?" My voice started to tremble a bit. Mom didn't answer me, I got up from the chair and picked my IPod from the office, as it was charging. My music was an escape from this pain, or at least for the moment. Walking to the van, I fiddled with my IPod to figure out what I was going to listen to. I was torn between the old but decent Backstreet Boys or some Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. I chose the RJA, it seemed more better for what I was feeling. The voice of the lead singer filled the speakers,

Hey girl you know you drive me crazy
one look puts the rhythm in my head
still I'll never understand why you hang around
I see what's goin down
Cover up with makeup in the mirror
tell yourself it's never gonna happen again
you cry alone and then he swears he loves you

The drive to the hospital, (Albuquerque General) was eerie, with my mom not playing any music like she normally does. Today, I was having my second treatment. My phone rang once freakin' again.

"Imagine all the people/ Living life today/ Yu- yuh.."

Guess what! It was Troy again. I picked my phone.

"Troy, I'm really busy. I have to go." I ended the call, yet I was a bit more rude then the first time. I know he's trying to help, but damn. My mother mouthed to me.

'What's wrong?'

"Nothing."