Cancer

"Oh, mommy I'm tired." I complained as my mother ran a brush through my long brown hair. She rolled her eyes in the mirror, dropping my hair and placing the brush down on the counter. She looked straight into my eyes with a sigh.

"Baby, you slept ten hours last night. You've gotten so much sleep. What's wrong baby?" My mother asked, planting a kiss on my forehead. I shrugged and saw the bags under my eyes, confused. I didn't know what those were.

It was summer. I know the exact date. August 16th, exactly 6 days before I was due to turn nine.

We were heading to the beach, so I changed out of my pajamas and into my purple bathing suit, throwing a little dress over it. I walked downstairs and my big brother gasped, looking at my legs. I looked down and saw they were decorated in bruises. My nose then began to bleed and this immense pain radiated through my body.

Confused, as any other eight year old would be, I burst into hysterical, screaming tears. I screamed and cried, blood pouring from my nose, my entire body aching. I angered an old ear infection and my ears began to ring.

I passed out on my kitchen floor.

*Time Lapse*

I woke up a few hours later, on my couch. I had ruined my beach day, angering my older sister. She was supposed to meet up with her boyfriend. I woke up with a pounding in my head and my body in pain.

"A fever. She has a fever." My mother said repeatedly, giving me ice-packs as I began to shiver and sweat simultaneously. I was like that for a few hours, screaming in pain, bleeding from my nose, mouth and even eyes.

My mother would not take me to the hospital. My brother sat with me, near the couch, squeezing my hand and whispering to me. When my mother left to grab me some meds, my brother thought that was it. He picked me up, packed me into his car, and drove to the hospital.

I got there and the rest seems such a blur. My mother got there, cursed at my brother and screamed, and then broke down in his arms, thanking him. I remember being put in the emergency room, I remember tests, I remember blacking out. I remember the screaming crying and pain.

But the thing I remember the most were the words that forever sealed my doom:
"Miracle, I'm sorry. But you have leukemia, and you probably only have a few more years to live."

Notes

I'm writing three more right now I think bc I need to get the story going, then I'll determine if I wanna ditch it or not.
Do enjoy!