Chapter 9
"Who's this someone?" James asked apologetically. "He shouldn't have hurt you like that…I never would."
"I know you wouldn't, you actually own a heart. He didn't." I said looking down letting tears escape quietly from my eyes.
James was smarter than anyone to know that he shouldn't ever hurt me because he would never hear the end of it from Aunt Riley for one reason and I think he knew I wouldn't be able to handle it again, not even once more. James grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine. He knew some of the truth now and realized he would have to earn my trust from now on when it comes to certain things, he was there for me.
The next few days James wasn't around and I felt sick at night. For hours I would sit by the toilet in the bathroom thinking it's nothing to be worried over then I remembered. "My medicine" I thought to myself. Suddenly I was scared. It has been almost a week since I took any of my required meds. I slowly got up from the cold tile floor and attempted my way into Aunt Riley's bedroom a few doors away.
"Aunt Riley? I seriously need something." I said knocking a little harder than politely needed. She opened the door wearing a worried but serious look in her nightgown and robe.
"What is it sweetie? Are you alright?" she asked. "Aunt Riley I missed my meds." After those words everything went black. When I opened my eyes I was staring at a white ceiling in a hospital from my guess. Aunt Riley was sitting in the chair closest to my bed reading, she looked up when I turned my head towards her.
"Hey pretty girl. Promise me you and I won't have another one of these again" She said motioning to me in the hospital bed when I noticed a white bag beside her lap.
"What's in the white bag?" I asked curiously. Aunt Riley moved to stand by me and smiled softly. "It's your medicine sweetheart. The doctor wants to make sure you stay on them so he ordered a full term prescription specially designed for cancer patients.
"I'm ready to go home, Can we leave?" I said pulling off the warmly heated hospital blanket before my aunt stopped me and pushed a red button on the side of my bed.
A nurse appeared moments later gliding to my side unstrapping the tape and swiftly removing the IV injected to my arm. She nodded to my aunt and smiled at me placing a clear bag holding my clothes on the bed.
"Get changed sweetie, then we can leave and put you to bed" Aunt Riley left the room shutting the door behind her to give me privacy to change.
The one thing I loved about Aunt Riley, we think alike. The large clock across the room read 4:50am once my feet hit the floor and I ripped open the bag to pull on my sweats. I walked out the room moments later exhausted just wanting to leave, ever since I was diagnosed with this curse I feel like every time I enter a hospital I might not come out. The ride home was silent. We never spoke because no words needed to be said.
I slept all morning from our adventures at 4am. James could be heard in the garden at times and Aunt Riley was moving around the house from one place to another but I never made an appearance. For about a half an hour I laid in the sheets fully awake but still slightly sick. "Death is peaceful, simple, and dark. The way many of us wish life could be only to find it is the exact opposite; I on the other hand am afraid of death. Afraid of dying too soon and missing out on things every person should have. I do not blame anyone for the sickening life I have for I would not know who to blame. I would not regret to leave this world forced upon me in the unforgiving ways I do not wish to repeat and hope to never endure again. When someone in a crowd says "I am not afraid of death" I will simply look for that person astonished and silent." I wrote in my notebook having thoughts race through my head at one point.