Chapter 10: Alone
Nessie's POV
Justin didn't come over after all. He'd said something about having a flat tire that needed to be fixed. Which meant that I was doomed to spend the evening alone once again. That was something that I didn't want. Homework didn't take me very long to finish. I couldn't stay in the empty house. When I was alone at home I started to think and that was something I wanted to avoid at all costs.
So I grabbed my purse, wallet, and cellphone and left the house. I slammed the car door shut after I got in. I didn't have a particular destination in mind as I drove off. I just knew that I didn't want to be home. I stopped at a McDonald's for dinner. I got a cheeseburger, fries, soda, and a McCurry for desert.
As I was walking toward an open seat I felt as if I were being watched. My suspicions were confirmed when I sat down and caught three slightly older looking college boys looking at me. They were in their early to mid twenties I'd guess. They were kind of cute actually.
Feeling slightly uncomfortable of the way they were staring I looked away. I savored every bite of my meal. Nowadays I never knew when any given meal was going to be my last so I enjoyed everything I ate more than I usually did. My phone started ringing when I was about halfway through my meal.
"May I speak to Renesmee please?"
"Sure that's me," I said as I swallowed a piece of burger.
"Hi Renesmee I'm calling from the office Dr. Cullen. He'd like for you to begin chemotherapy as soon as possible. I'm calling to inform you that the first available day we have for you is this coming Saturday at 10am. Does that work for you?"
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. "Yes that works for me,"
"Okay so I will get that setup for you right away. When you get here we will explain exactly how this works and what you can expect afterwards. We will call you the night before to remind you of your appointment,"
"Thank you," I said.
"Well I hope you feel better and enjoy the rest of your evening," the kind lady said.
"Yeah you to," my nerves were on fire. Somehow having an appointment for my first chemotherapy session made the cancer all the more real and scary. Which I didn't even think was possible. Three to six months. Never had I been more obsessed with numbers than I was right now. The numbers three and six repeated themselves over and over in my head like a broken record.
I sighed and finished eating my food. I tossed the trash into the bin on my way out. I didn't feel like driving anymore so I chose to walk. There was a bookstore several blocks away from here that I could occupy my time and more importantly my mind with. I made the journey by foot.
The only thing I could hear was the crunch of gravel beneath my feet as I walked. Finally a reached my destination. Quickly I got lost in the books. For the first time in awhile I was glad that I was alone. When I was in a bookstore I could easily lose track of time as I went through various books in various different sections in the store. I think my record was like four hours. I couldn't subject anyone else to "that kind of torture," as my aunt once said. Not even Justin, who would do just about anything for me, could stand being in a Barnes and Noble for longer than five minutes.
Cancer. That word stuck out to like a bright neon sign when I'd reached the medicine section. Coincidentally it was a book about lung cancer. I hesitated a minute before picking up the book. Symptoms, prognosis, what to expect during each of the stages. I put the book down and then immediately picked it up again. Maybe I could learn a thing or two from this book.
I left the medicine section after that and headed toward the fiction section. I found copues of Wuthering Heights and Pride and Prejudice. I already owned those books but years of reading and re-reading them had taken it's toll on them. The books were so tattered that I couldn't even read them anymore.
I kept on wondering around the bookstore until I saw that it was already dark outside. I should head home, shower, and get ready for the day tomorrow. So I paid for my books and left.
The streets were lonely as I walked. Too lonely. A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold ran down my spine. I heard someone walking behind me. I looked back and recognized one of the boys that had been staring at me in the McDonald's. "About time you came out of that bookstore. Hey where do you think you're going sweet cheeks!"
I started to run only for another guy to jump out right in front of me. I went left which turned out to be a huge mistake because it was a dead end. I heard laughing coming from the direction I'd just come from. All three men from the McDonald's were there blocking my only exit.
I ran as fast as I could hoping that I could just run by them and escape. I tripped and fell flat on my face. One of the men grabbed me. My screaming was cut off by one of the other guys shoving a rag in my face. I started to feel very dizzy and weak. I couldn't fight.
"Let's put her in the trunk," one guy said.
"Then when we get home we will have our fun with her," another added.
"After that we'll kill her and get rid of the body,"
"Isn't that what we always do?" one guy laughed as he opened the trunk to his car. As soon as I was in they slammed it shut. The last thing I remember was hearing the car speed away before I succumbed to the effects of the drug.
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