Cancer

Now as you can imagine, sitting in that hospital bed, my mother broke down into hysterics. She sobbed into my brother's then frail shoulder, as he stared into space, his jaw working to form words that wouldn't come out. My sister's mouth dropped open in shock, as well did her phone. She covered her mouth with her hands as tears slid from her pretty blue eyes.

I knew what leukemia was, my neighbor had died of it a few years back. I saw it take your hair, then your skin, and eventually, it took you. I knew what was due to happen to me. I knew that I had lived my life as much as I could.

There was nothing to save me from this incurable disease.

I was checked into the hospital and never left. My mother lived there with me for the first two years, then she was stationed in Iraq. She never got to come home either.

My brother and sister visited me every day. But Monique went to California for college and now I only see her once a year, so it's just me and Tucker. He went to a local college, unable to live out his dream of going to art school.

He had a small job that pays my expensive bills, and sings in a band, because he has talent. He's the only person in this world that I truly love, I do love Monique, don't get me wrong, but not in the same way. She left us. I still love her, but she's gone.

It took my hair when I was fourteen. They made me wigs in all different colors and styles, but I didn't ever see anyone besides Tucker, the doctors, Nurse Lou (the only nurse I would see) and occasionally Monique.

I'm not a... social person. In the children's hospital I'm in, there are always these social gatherings that are required. I rarely went on the account that I hate people. All people. I either got out of them, or when I went, I was a total bitch to everyone.

Once I punched a kid for calling me some nasty ass stuff, that's when they wouldn't allow me to go to the social gatherings any more. Now when I roamed the halls, kids got out of the way. I was the girl who punched the kid in the face. I was the odd one out. But that's how I like it.

The bastard got a nice shiner on his left eye. Asshole got to leave the hospital though. Kid had osteosarcoma, he wasn't expected to die of it anyways. Good for him to get cancer-free, but what a dick.

I promised myself I would never make friends at the hospital. I didn't want to get attached to people just so they could watch me die. Cheesy, I know, but that's just me.

That promise was broken on June 15th of my sixteenth year on this morbid planet. I broke that promise like an idiot, not even thinking of the pain and consequence.

Notes

More to come.