The Hardest Part of This Is Leaving You

After drinking my coffee I sat on the floor thinking about the fact I wanted to do something, anything. The illness had just taken so much from me in the short time I had suffered through it.
Of course the desperate need to do something was also partly to the fact my life had become a monotonous cycle, hours, minutes, seconds days all blurred in my mind. It was the same Mikey, School, Hospital, And Sleep. As I dwelled on that I realized I was right I needed to get out. As I thoughtlessly ran my hand through my hair I was petrified.
My hair was falling out in clumps.
I felt knots in my stomach as I began to sob. People would know about the Cancer. You can't really hide having no hair, well without a wig. I just prayed to God that it wouldn't all fall out as I grabbed the phone resting on the counter with a shaking hand. I dialied my mom head now resting on the cold tile floor. I heard the hollowed rings of her phone as I ran my shaking hands through my hair as it started again falling. My mom's lilt of a voice drifted throught the phone as I let out a broken sob.
"M...Mom" I started letting out a hysterical laugh "It's...It's g...gone"
"What is Raven? I'm coming home" she said as I head voices and shomuffling feet from the phone.
"M...My hair" I cried my voice cracking as I dropped onto the floor completely my glasses hitting the linoleum.
"In coming home I'll be there soon..." Mom said hanging up as I fell alone on the floor.

Notes

Ok thank you all for reading always please tell me what you think as always I'll try to post more tomorrow thanks (Also I may or may not have quoted a country song for the tittle xD)