Sunny swears a lot. Please excuse me if there's mistakes in this. My right arm is numb. I'm serious, it is.

Sunny

I woke up and stretched, causing a chain reaction to ripple down our little sleeping-line. We all woke up, yawned, and stretched out, some of us even got fists in the face. I rolled over onto Aaron by accident.

"Sorry dude." I muttered, and I rolled right off of him into a shelf. "Oh – ow." I said. I got up, stiff from the lack of moving space and the fact that I had fallen asleep in my ugly(they were only ugly because I was in a morning mood) jeans, which made my muscles tighten if I wore them to long. "Anybody have a tooth brush I can use?" I said.

"Ew, Sunny, why would anyone let you use their toothbrush?" Alice asked me, watching my face with a disgusted look on her face. I wish I didn't have such a stupid high voice. Then I could talk and people would listen.

"Ah, because I'll punch them if they don't." I said. Alice laughed, making my 'wish I had a lower voice' point even clearer. "I will, Alice. Believe me." I warned her.

"Oh don't be so grumpy, Sunny. Here, I have an extra tooth brush. Cherry got up and ran upstairs to the bathroom, and I followed her. She threw an unused purple toothbrush at me and grabbed her own. We brushed our teeth and then I hopped up on the counter and picked up a brush to brush my hair with.

"Sunny, what do you think of Jasper and Alice together?" Cherry asked me a few minutes later.

"Why?" I asked.

"Just wondering..." Cherry lied.

"Your not just wondering." I said.

"Oh... well, I don't know. It's just... different. They're total opposites. It doesn't make sense."

"Nothing that makes sense ever works out, Cherry. And I think they kind of... complete each other, you know?"

"No, not really, but thanks." And she left. I finished brushing my hair and headed back downstairs. There was laughing, and I flew into the living room and plopped on the only empty chair.

"But, seriously I think I need a cane." Alice said, wobbling with all her weight on one foot. Jasper was the only one who wasn't laughing. He must've thought that this was his fault. It wasn't. I think. Alice giggled and fell to the floor laughing, everyone laughing with her. Jasper sat still in his spot, unmoving.

"Oh, Jasper, lighten up!" I exclaimed, exasperated. I rolled my eyes and Jasper stared at me, a sarcastic look on his face.

"What are we doing today?" Cherry asked.

"I don't know." Alice said. "We should do nothing." Jasper and her locked eyes for a second, then Jasper glanced at me and looked out the window when he realized I was looking at him. I was suddenly convinced that last nights 'dream' wasn't really a dream.

I have no idea how she did it, but she got me alone. Here I sat, in the empty kitchen, with Alice sitting across from me. I sighed – probably the fiftieth time now – and played with the lip stuff I had in my hands. Everyone else was outside with Cherry. How old was she? Oh yeah, fourteen, and yet she still had all the nineteen year old's following her around like she's five and she has a knife in her hand. Alice echoed my sigh.

"So..." I said.

"So..." Alice echoed.

"I heard you wanted to talk?" I said, stretching and leaning back against the back of the chair. Much like my father used to do.

"Yeah. I just – I just had a few questions." She made a face, rubbing sweat off her forehead and shifting like she was uncomfortable.

"You don't have to be so nervous." I commented.

"I'm not." She answered, blinking slowly, like she was tired. She rubbed her eyes and wiped away sweat again.

"Your not? Are you okay?" I asked, getting worried now.

"I – I'm, no. I don't feel good." She said, getting up and trying to walk, but she stumbled, appearing dizzy.

"Alice, what's wrong?" I demanded.

"I – I don't know." She said. I had gotten up and she had one of her hands on my shoulder and I was using both of mine to support her. "You know something, Sunny?" She asked, giggling.

"I know everything, Alice."

"Oh, so then you already know." Alice said, smiling.

"No, I don't know." I said.

"Oh, well. I'm going to be sick!" She yelled, and she dashed over to the sink and possibly puked out her guts. I stood over by the glass table. She turned to me, and their was blood flowing steadily down her face from her nose. "There is... some things I haven't exactly told you about."

After she cleaned herself up, I brought in Jasper. She said that the others could find whatever it was out later. I argued with her about that, but in the end, she won. She always did.

"What is it?" Jasper asked, worried. He sat on the couch, next to me, and Alice sat on the chair by herself.

"Alice just puked blood. So, she decided to tell us why the hell she did." I said.

"Oh."

"Yeah, so, Alice, begin. What's this all about?" I asked, trying to get her to start.

"When I was little, I had a disease. Sort of." She started.

"Sort of?" I asked.

"Okay, so not sort of. I had a disease. Cancer." She told us. My face hardened, but I attempted to hide it.

"What kind of cancer?" Jasper asked. Alice took a deep, shaky breath.

"Leukaemia."

"Wouldn't that mean that you still had it?" Jasper asked.

"I suppose. I'm not really sure. It relapsed twice. I'm lucky. Extremely. But when I did have it, I used to always throw up like that. It's how my mom could tell if I was relapsing. Mandy... she always blamed me about it. Told me it was because I didn't take care of myself. I tried so hard..." She trailed off.

"Please tell me it's not relapsing." Jasper said.

"I don't know. I'll have to see a doctor, but I doubt it would relapse now – of all times. I haven't seen a sign since I was 13." Alice said, closing her eyes as if she were trying to calm herself.

"Bruises. Doesn't it usually have unexplained bruises?" Jasper asked.

"I don't know." Alice answered, her voice hard. "I was twelve. I was worried. I didn't care. I just wanted to get better." She said, her voice hardening more with each sentence.

"Here, let me see, I'll check if you have any bruises." I suggested.

"Fine." She said. I walked over to her and she got up, Jasper also did, and they traded spaces. Alice lied down on her back on the couch. I felt really awkward at the moment.

"Why don't you do it?" I asked Jasper. He didn't argue, he just got up and walked over to her. I left, feeling even more awkward then before. I went upstairs and into Cherry's room, where she had her own computer. I switched it on, glad that Cherry's parents had swung for the fast kin of internet instead of dial up. I hate dial up. I sighed and waited. Cherry's screen came up with a password page. I took a wild guess at her password and got it correct. I knew that if I had a brother, it would be mine to. Her password was .. I guess we girls with brothers were all the same.

I went on the internet an to Cherry's home page which was - incidentally – Google. I typed in what I was looking for. I clicked on a link and scrolled down until I found the information I was looking for.

The survival rate for leukaemia was only 43 percent.

Alice

I knew that there were bruises on my back. These ones were from my cancer. I knew that. I didn't need Jasper to tell me this. But he did, anyways. He went on and on about how he wished I had told him sooner, how he could've helped me if it ever relapsed, which, he was convinced it was. To be honest with myself, I would say it seemed like it was coming back as well. Had this ever happened to anyone before? Not seeing it for over 5 years and then poof, it's back to ruin your perfect life? I hope not, because I would not wish this torture upon my worst enemy. Spitting up blood was my least favourite part. I hated vomiting, I mean, who doesn't? But throwing out what your body should need most is just wrong. I closed my eyes because they were hurting and listened to Jasper babble on about how we could try and fix my leukaemia. I sighed and thought of all the things I'd miss if I died.

Jasper

Alice had leukaemia was the only thought that ran threw my usually crowded mind. I kept babbling on about ways to help fix it, but I knew that Alice would probably not live. Most people that live with leukaemia for so long die when it relapses again. Alice was nineteen. When was she diagnosed?

"Alice, when were you diagnosed with it?" I asked her.

"When I was five. It relapsed when I was seven and when I was ten, then the last time when I was twelve." Alice said

"Oh." I replied. Alice sighed. She didn't like being taken care of like this.

"We should probably go to the doctors..." She said.

"Oh, yes that would be good." I said. I reached down to pick her up but she turned to me and scowled.

"I'm not disabled. I can walk, thank you." She said, and she got up off the couch and I walked behind her warily, following her out of the front door. She got in the passenger side of my car – the one I had unlocked – and looked at me, waiting for me to get in. The others, who were currently playing basketball, all looked at us as we passed. Cherry stood near the car as it pulled away. She put a hand up, telling me to stop. I did and rolled down the window.

"Where are you going?" She asked, her voice innocent, not worried at all.

"Nowhere, Cher." I assured her.

"Well you don't need a car to go nowhere. Where are you going? Dare to lie to me and I'll kill you." She threatened.

"Cher..." I said.

"I am not a child anymore, get used to it." She said.

"We're going to the doctors. We think that Alice might have had a ... relapse." I told her in a hushed whisper.

"A relapse of what, Jasper?" Cherry asked, more rightfully worried now.

"Cancer. Leukaemia." I told her. She backed away from the car, her mouth hanging open suggestively. I tried to smile at her, but the attempt wasn't even half-hearted. I pulled out of the driveway and onto the highway.

Sunny

Jasper and Alice now only slept in the living room for one reason. Alice is having another relapse, and it is bound to be her worst yet. She is throwing up almost like she's scheduled to do so every five minutes, and it's pretty much impossible to sleep because I could hear it from Cherry's room, where Aaron and I were sharing a bed. Alice was getting bruises on her back from nothing, and she was losing weight. She was already small, but now she was weighing in at 60 pounds. Which is very, very bad for a nineteen year old. I had large bags under my eyes from not being able to sleep. I had gone three nights without sleep, and Aaron was getting worried about me. We were all worried about Alice, but everyone was whispering about Jasper and I. We were the most worried. Jasper stayed up all night with Alice, and I stayed up all night waiting for Aaron to fall asleep so I can sneak out and spend the night with Alice. Alice refused to act like she was sick, but the last couple of days she's been forced to. She has to stay in because she throws up so often and because she's so light some of us think she might get carried away with some of the harsher winds.

Two weeks ago, Alice lost another couple of pounds. She now weighs somewhere around 40 pounds. She has also lost all her hair, and she's wearing a wig. Made out of my hair. I didn't want it, if she didn't have any. She keeps on living, keeps on laughing.

A few days after that, she moved into the hospital for regular treatments and chemotherapy. She still keeps on living, keeps on laughing.

Alice asked me to do her nails for her today. I asked her what colour she would like them. She said any colour but pink, because she didn't like pink. I never knew that. It is now my personal mission to find out everything there is to know about Alice. She has bruises on both of her arms now, and yet she keeps on living, keeps on laughing.

I had to go home, and Aaron caught me at the door.

"Sunny, are you alright?" He asked me.

"Yes."

"Is Alice okay?"

"For now."

"Sunny..."

"I'm sorry Aaron." I told him, sincerely. I was sorry for everything.

"No, Sunny. I'm sorry. I can't be with you when your like this. I'm gone." And he left.

If I wrote anything longer than this it would ruin the effect.

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