A/N: I was really happy with the feedback from the first chapter! Of course I'm going to continue, there's not much of an author's note here... So let's just get to it!
A thank you to my beautiful reviewers: Blu-3y3s, Legendary Pictures69( It's a deal!) , Rocky181 and RoxyPony.
Disclaimer: I don't know why you would think that I owned anything other than Kat. That's it, she's the only lonely little person that I own.
"Now Mika, what have I told you that you needed to learn?" Another presence scolded.
"Empathy." The one who was called Mika, grunted. I stayed turned overlooking the park, my knees still in their typical position. I jerked microscopically when the unknown figure slid next to me on the bench, I kept my eyes low not being able to make out his features. But what I did see from my peripheral vision was his face turned towards me.
"What's wrong?" he breathed, I shifted in my seat nervously. I didn't want to just get up and run away, due to the fact that if they WERE trying to kill me, I wouldn't stand a chance. The best chance that I had was to sit tight, and be as short as I could. Maybe I could change their mind, who would want to kill a sweet, innocent- well as far as they knew, innocent girl? Actually, I could answer myself: a psychopath, but there wasn't any time for mental arguments.
"Nothing, I just-" Tears caught in my throat, I didn't want to cry in front of these people, but there was nothing harder than trying to force the lump in your throat away. I turned my face to the side, exhaling and letting my long legs stretch out in front of me, my onyx waves falling to the side.
"She smells of cancer." Mika interjected. I immediately jumped from my seat, turning and thrusting myself from my seat. I walked close to the source of the comment, the space between us a millimeter or less. From the quick seconds I had, I took in his features. He was dark, with strong rough cheek bones and a defined jaw line, his lips had a sharp cupids bow, but were still plump and seemed to have a permanent pout on them. And his eyes seemed to be empty, but a subtle charcoal with a tint of olive. His hair wasn't long, nor short, but fell over his eyes, and laid on his features. There was no other way for me to describe him other than deep, troubling and as dark as the blackness of a moonless sky.
"You, have no IDEA." I spat, shooting daggers with my eyes, "How dare you? I-"
It happened again, my legs gave in from beneath me and I fell to the ground in a helpless pile of what felt like nothing. The light inside of me was flickering on and off and it was only time until it shut off forever. I pulled my arms around my head as if I was shielding myself from invisible blows, and covered my ears from the loudest silence I had ever heard. The other man snapped at Mika, and I heard him defend himself, I imagined his eyebrows arching up and him putting his hands up.
"I didn't know she actually had cancer. I was just pointing out an obvious scent!" he cried. I felt a hand on my back and arms wrap around me, without thinking I grabbed onto the chest of the man whose name I hadn't even known. I guess you do crazy things when you're upset, and obviously delirious.
"It's alright, don't worry. We can fix you." he cooed, holding onto the back on my head.
"What?" I shot up, looking into his eyes who were receiving a cold glare from Mika,
"You cannot be meaning what I think!" he hushed with a familiar harshness.
"What are you talking about?" I interjected, ignoring the comment.
"Do you believe in vampires?" he breathed, obviously he had a great poker face, because this must have been some kind of sick joke.
"Are you kidding me?" I screamed, thrusting myself from his arms, knocking him down in surprise. I started to walk away quickly before I turned back around, "You're disgusting. Don't follow me and if I ever see you again, I'll call the cops. Do you understand me?" Before he could answer I was heading down the street, picking up my pace the closer and closer I got to my house. I broke into a sprint, smacking myself against my front door and letting myself in. It must have been late because everyone was asleep and the lights were low. When I finally went into my room I leaned against my door, sliding down to sit and pressed my head back, resting it there was a hollow thunk. And right there I made a decision. I could make the discovery of my disease the last day of my life, crying each time I heard cancer, or anything that had to do about it. Sit around all day looking at picture albums and thinking about how many minutes I didn't have, think about the things I could have said, the things I wouldn't be able to say and whenever I got close to something I would miss, run away as fast as I could. But that's not the decision I made. I wasn't going to think about the things I could have said, I would say the things I never dreamed of saying. I wouldn't think about the minutes I lost, I would focus on the minutes I had, there was nothing I had to lose. And if I was going to die, I sure wasn't going to go down quietly. I wasn't ever going to be Katherine Taylor, the girl with cancer. I was going to be Kat, the fighter. The reckless optimist, who always took chances and was totally fearless. I was going to be the Kat I never planned to be, the warning of the end was the pathway to a whole new beginning. It's such a sick thought, to know now that the new beginning was going to start with my death.