Chapter Three
My mother left with my twin brother when I was eight years old. Both of us had known it was coming; mom and dad had been constantly fighting for the past four years. Probably more, but beyond that we were too you to realize what was going on. I remember mom stomping into Matthew's room, packing everything into several suitcases, then into her and dad's room. Matthew and I stood there watching, holding tightly onto each other, and then mom took him away. We haven't heard a word from them since. My guess mom went back to France, dragging my brother along with her.
A few years passed, and I was thirteen. In October, I started to feel kind of sick, and I just passed it off as a head cold and went on with all of the stuff I usually do. But one day during basketball practice I just passed out. I probably shouldn't have gone that day in the first place, since my head was pounding.
I woke up in a white room. It burned my eyes. My body was connected to a bunch of different stuff, and my dad was asleep in the chair next to me. I sighed, trying my best to relax. It didn't really work all that well, I started freaking out. Dad woke up then, "Alex?"
"Dad… What happened?"
He paled. "You passed out during basketball practice, so they brought you here since you hit your head so hard…" he paused, a concentrated look coming over his face like he was trying to decide what to say next. "They found… something."
Upon hearing that I had a brain tumor… I passed out. Again. At least my head hit a pillow this time.
The next year sucked. Sure, I was cured but I had to be so careful it was horrible. I wished I would have died. Plus, at that point, I had no best friend to stop me. I hadn't for a while. A year after my mom left… things went down. My best friend and I got into countless fights… and then we were enemies.
When I turned fifteen, a new boy came to our school. He had just moved from Japan and the best part was, he was a gamer. His English wasn't the best (and even now, he still speaks Engrish), but that was fine with me. We quickly became friends, and things were all good. He knew nothing about my past battle with that brain tumor, and I didn't know about his story. It didn't matter though, it was peaceful around him.
I had a few other friends. Elizaveta and Gilbert were always fun to hang around, though they fought like an old married couple. Feliciano and Lovino were always nice to me. Really, you've guessed—I'm not that popular girl with the entire football team chasing after me. Well… that's not true. They do, but more for my body than anything. Plus, I was a cheerleader for a year.
Then, the next thing I knew, I was seventeen. Most of the year was great. I mean, it's senior year. And true, I'm younger than pretty much everyone, since they all turned eighteen at some point in the year and I wouldn't until after graduation, but it's not like it mattered. But then… the tumor grew back. We didn't know. It's far too late to catch it. It's spread, and it's cancerous.
April came around, and graduation was just around the corner. Right out of our grasp, the only thing blocking it was a few weeks and exams. And for me, that day. The day I passed out in class changed everything again. Why can't I just get a break already? What did I do to get this? I just wanted to get through high school, go to college, get a job, maybe even get married and have kids.
Yeah, I can just so see that happening now.
"…And that's it…" I frowned, leaning my head back against the pillow.
"Hm… interesting… I forgot all about your mother and brother leaving."
"Shut up."
"Well that's not very nice," Ivan pouted.
"Get used to it."
Not really long, but it covers what I need it to. Also, if you reviewed and I didn't answer, I'm sorry! I try to answer all of my reviews, but sometimes I don't remember who I did answer and who I didn't. If this isn't that great or somewhat scattered, I started writing it and then stopped for a while, then came back to it tonight [this morning]. So, yeah. :U
Hope you liked it! I'll try and have the next chapter up soon.