Killing Cells
Everything is going great so far. Well besides having Cancer. Eli visits me everyday and I start to feel worse. Emotionally, I feel amazing. But physically, I'm slowly, painfully dying. But I can't show it. Eli would be a wreck, worrying about me all the time. I was starting to lose my hair do to the radiation. Everyday, it was becoming more visible that I was dying. I cried as I looked down at the pillow, noticing several large clumps of hair. I asked the nurse if she would shave it off for me.
After she was done, I felt my cold, smooth head. I looked into the mirror, and cried. I didn't recognize the person staring back at me. I felt so bare, so ugly. I only could imagine what Eli's reaction will be. When he first saw the "new me," I think he tried to pretend that it wasn't real. But slowly, I knew it was eating him up inside. When I saw the look on his face, I tried not to cry. I had to be strong for him. He couldn't see what I was hiding. Not yet anyway. I had plum colored bruises covering my body, and each day I was losing myself more and more. He kept telling me that he knew that I would get better. I wonder if he truly believed that.
He felt my head, and came to the realization that my hair was gone. "I'm ugly Eli, you don't have to pretend that I still look good," I cried. "Clare, please stop, you'll always be beautiful to me," he replied soothingly. I cried into his arms, and then he urgently removed himself from my grip and left. But he didn't grab his jacket. I heard the bathroom door swing open, and heard a loud buzzing noise, similar to the one I heard earlier that day. "Eli?" I questioned nervously.
The buzzing went on for about a good five minutes, until Eli stepped out bald, with dark strands of hair clinging to the back of his shirt. "Oh my god, Eli!" "What did you do?" I screamed. "Well, I thought your hairstyle was very cool, and decided to follow the trend," he replied sarcastically with his signature smirk plastered on his face. I jumped up, using all my strength and hugged him tightly. I don't think he would ever know how he made me feel. His love was like one thousand butterflies flapping in my heart. I didn't need money. Friends. Or the biggest house in the world. All I needed was his love. We didn't need the world, just each other.
I kissed him passionately as he hugged me pulling me closer. If I could just stay like this forever, I would. But unlike fairytales, there aren't always happy endings. Sharp pains shot through my heart as I started gasping for air. "Nurse!" Eli yelled trying to hold me up. "Her heart is slowing down!" the doctor screamed as he was now hooking up tubes into my body. I was slowly drifting away into an unknown dark world, and I thought, this isn't how it was supposed to be.
