Hey. So, I went back to sleep this morning, and slept pretty much the whole day. When I woke up, there had been no reviews, but now I can't sleep, and I've been dying to write something. So you luckys get two chapters in a day! And if you notice any errors in my story at all, please tell me. That way I don't have to find out almost a week later when I reread the story! Oh, yes, before I forget, a special shout out to Evangeline Pond and Mrs. Midnight, who have continually supported this book, awful as it is.
-^Lana^-
"What? I have cancer?" I said. The doctor nodded. My mom started bawling into my dads shirt as the doctor spoke.
"Based on your blood tests . . ." But I was already tuning him out. I had cancer. The big C. The thing that had killed my grandfather. Me, Lana Pelletier. Artemis saw the expression on my face. He took my hand, and gave it a gentle squeeze. I had to admit, I was surprised. But I was also grateful. He had stuck by me, some strange, random girl he had met not even three weeks ago. The doctor finally noticed nobody was listening to him, and stopped talking.
"It'll be okay." He told me. "We'll get through this." I couldn't help but think these words were more for him than me. I threw my arms around his neck, burying my face in shirt. It wasn't fair. Artemis gingerly patted my back.
"Hey. It's okay, Lana." He then adressed the doctor.
"Will you be moving her out to boston?"
"Yes." The next few weeks blurred. I was moved to boston. My parents rented an apartment to stay in, as did Artemis. Far from angry, his parents were thrilled he was staying. Although, his mother was pretty nervous. I also started losing hair fast. I had been growing my hair since eighth grade to get it that long! My looks went from bad to awful. I was hideous. All credit to Artemis, he never stopped coming. One day, after a round of I.V chemotherapy, he read to me, from my complete Edgar Allan Poe collection. Life passed boringly. Everything was boredom and stupidity. Each day, I just wanted to die. But not when I was with Artemis. He was my best friend by now. My best and only friend. And each time he left, there was a dull ache in my chest nothing could eradicate.
Loneliness.
