Chapter three
"Lexy?" Mike opened the door to my room and came in. "Are you OK?"
"Why wouldn´t I be?"
"Well, your dad´s funeral was earlier today, you met your mum for the first time in years and you gave her kind of a hard time.
"I´m fine."
"You´re sure?"
"I said I´m fine," I kept on unpacking and suddenly I felt a bit dizzy. I tried to reach for something and happened to push my trunk down from my bed. I swerved and had to grab the bedside table, not to fall over. The dizziness was all over in just a couple of seconds. But Mike had got worried and he ran to me and grabbed my shoulders, as if he was afraid that I would fall over.
"Sit down."
"I´m fine, Mike."
"Sit down."
"But I gotta pick my stuff up from the floor."
"Sit down."
I understood that Mike, was not going to give up, so I sat down on my bed, with my elbows on my knees.
"What happened?"
"I just got a little bit dizzy, it´s nothing to worry about."
I stood up again and squatted down and started lifting up my stuff from the floor again. Mike helped me, but he stopped when he picked up a poster. It was a poster I had ordered from the internet; it was a picture of a girl, in the middle of a pirouette. The girl had Golden-brown hair, which flew around me when I was spinning around.
"Do you know who this girl is?" Mike pointed at the girl on the poster.
"Yes I know who she is… That´s me."
Mike, who looked really amazed layed the poster down on my bed.
"No way."
"yes way. That photo was taken, before I started Chemotherapy, so I hadn´t lost all my hair then. I grabbed the top of the cap I wore today. And pulled it up. Since it wasn´t a long time ago, I´d stopped getting chemotherapy, my hair was really, really short.
"Look, you can see the color of my hair is exactly the same as on the picture. And if you look at my face at the picture, what do you see then."
Mike grabbed the poster again and hold it really close to his face.
"She´s crying…I mean, you´re crying."
"That photo was taken the same day as I was diagnosed. I knew it was the last time in a really long time I was dancing. And I haven´t danced since then."
"Why not?"
"I´m still too weak."
"I get it."
"Is the dinner ready soon?"
"It will be ready in just a few minutes. I´ll go downstairs now, but you know where I am if you need something."
I nodded.
When Mike had closed the door behind him, I grabbed the lowest part of my trousers and pulled it up. Just below the knee, I had a large blue-purple bruise.
"Oh, no" I whispered to myself. "This can´t be happening"
