FIRST THING FIRST
This chapter will be short for a setup! Others will be a lot longer, I generally try to get in 3k+ words per chapter in my fics.
-I know about Requiem for A Loud by UnderratedHero. This fanfic was not inspired by it and it is not connected to it in any way. For one, I've never read it, and two, I've been entertaining this idea for a long time but waited for more episodes to come out so I could have better references to canon scenes.
-I can't do jokes like Luan does. She. Is. A. Genius. But I can keep her in-character.
-Please remember that this is in LENI'S POV, so her understanding of the world and what goes on will not be as realistic, but I will make it so you, the reader, will understand.
-Please let me know if you have any suggestions or concerns.
-I've done my research but am personally unfamiliar with the disease so please feel free to correct me if you spot a mistake.
Let the story begin!
February 16
Dear Diary,
My chest hurts a little, but it's totes no big deal.
At first it was just a pressure, almost like a tightness, but it was so mild I barely noticed it. But as the weeks passed, eventually I had to force myself to ignore it. It was a lingering feeling. Turning over in my bed each night felt odd, like something was being pressed against the inside of my chest. It was an extra pressure, like gravity was centering around only my chest and pulling down with more force, an aggressive force. But it didn't hurt. At most it was borderline.
It had been a few months since I'd first started feeling that. The pressure was just now beginning to curve upward into pain. But it wasn't that bad. It was easy to make it through the days and nights with a smile on my face and laughter and happiness to spare.
I never told anyone about this. All these different events were happening with school groups and projects, tests and presentations. There were field trips coming up for the elementary school siblings. My mother Rita was excited about her upcoming novel, which was nearing completion at last. My father Lynn Senior had just been given a raise and had come up with a new lemon pepper chicken recipe that even the pickiest eaters in town were raving over. Lori was preparing for her SATs and researching different colleges to find ones she wanted to apply to most—her top choice so far included a golf team that was willing to offer her a scholarship for her prowess.
And me? Well, nothing much was happening with me. I was happy for my family and didn't want to dampen anyone's day by mentioning an odd, pretty mild feeling that was probably nothing to be concerned over. Plus, I kind of didn't like going to the doctor—too many strange objects I didn't know the purpose of, and it smelled like sanitizer and sick people. And as if those weren't bad enough, the nurses wore ugly outfits and the doctors' outfits were absolutely hideous! I wanted nothing to do with that.
A/N
I wanted to see if this fic would have any warm receptions, never written anything quite like this before and I have never written for Loud House. Let's see how I do with this, shall we?
This story could've captured Leni's POV in third-person, but third-person is almost always impersonal, and this is supposed to be an EXTREMELY personal story through Leni's eyes (not just her pronouns).
*Will update on weekends!