I know that I have to call my parents, I just have not been able to bring myself to do so. I have been sitting on my bed, staring at my phone for over an hour, trying to dial my dad's cell number. I have to just press the call button. I have to push myself to do it. Why is this so hard for me? Probably because I know that they will not react well. They will not be sad and worried about me like normal parents. They will probably say that it's my fault and be mad at me for getting cancer, even though my dad is a doctor. They've been looking for an excuse to get rid of me ever since I was born. Why did they even have a child? I press the call button, not really caring what they say about it anymore, because it's not like they love me anyways.
"Dad? I have to tell you and mom something"
"What is it Santana? Your mom and I will be home tomorrow night, can't it wait?" my dad responds, sounding almost annoyed with hearing my voice. I decide that I do not want to do this in person, seeing their face when I tell them this will only make it worse. I'm just going say it.
"I have Leukemia, stage 2." I spit out, without meaning to say it as harsh as it comes out. A long pause follows my statement, my nervousness growing more and more intense.
"Santana, your mother and I will be home tomorrow night. I do not want to see you there. Get your stuff and find somewhere to stay, we did not have a child so that we could pay for you to get cancer treatment. This is not acceptable." This makes me mad. I knew that they would not react with love and kindness like most parents would, but this astounds me. They're kicking me out because I have cancer?
"Why did you have a child then. You don't seem to really want one." I yell before hanging up my phone, the anger taking over me. I can't bring myself to move, trying to process what has happened in the past six hours, from my cancer diagnosis to my parents throwing me out. With this realization, I remember that I have nowhere to go. I do not want to be in this house anymore, surrounded by things that THEY bought and pictures of THEM. I begin packing all of my clothes and belongings in to bags, leaving only what reminds me of my so called 'parents'. 45 minutes later, my room seems to be all in only 4 duffle bags, which I throw in my car. I drive to the only place I can think of going. McKinley.
Seeing as glee has been over for an hour, and school has been done for 2 hours, there are only a couple of cars in the parking lot. I know that this is my best option if I want to keep both my cancer and the fact that my parents kicked me out a secret for as long as I can. I can't stay in this car though. I walk to the giant rock that the seniors paint every year and sit on that. The cold air feels good, and starts to soothe the headache I got from all of the craziness. Or maybe, I begin to worry, it's from the cancer.