Take Me Away

Why me? -Chapter 1-

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The doctor was dressed with a lab coat down to his knees, with framed prescription glasses sitting above his slanted nose. He quietly came back into the little white examining room, this room could be the reason to make anyone claustrophobic. The doctor had a sheet of paper in his hands, determining the results that could change my life..... Or end it.

My heart was pounding hard against my chest, terrified of what the result might be. My hands were shaking, my deep breathing was uneven. I nibbled the dry skin off my lips, and stared at the white polished floor.

I looked up and my eyes met the doctors. The expression on his face was pure sadness, "I'm terribly sorry." All hopes and dreams were crushed in these three words, "Violet, our estimation is that you have a maximum of seven months to live."

I put my shaking hand over my open mouth. Tears poured out of my eyes like a violent water fall, trickling down my face, splashing on my clothing and the white marble floor. My body shaking violently as my mind was going blank trying to grasp the idea of a set limit on how much time I had left to live. I quickly looked back on all the time I've wasted, all the bad memories, all the insults, all the happy moments, my life flashed in front of me like a ten second movie.

My mom drew circles into my back, it made me sob even louder. I couldn't shut my mouth, I couldn't stop muttering nonsense. I heard my heart shatter to a million pieces, so many dreams and hopes, so many minutes of joy and tears wasted, seven months to live ....Seven months!

My mom pulled me into a hug. I could feel her heart was broken as much as mine, her only child is slowly being eaten, my sadness radiated on to her as she cried with me.

The doctor waited just a moment and rudely coughed wanting my mothers attention. "May I speak to you in private?" She nodded and got up to follow him out of the room; he closed the door behind him and discussed my issue outside the thin door.

I felt myself slowly slipping into depression. Every second could be my last, every minute could be the end, every hour and day that passed is just another closer to my death. My mind was overflowing with these thoughts, drowning myself in sadness, not easing my pain.

Holding back my tears and sobs for a few moments, I put my ear up to the door to listen to the doctor and my mom's conversation, .

The doctor spoke. "The parasite inside her is deadly but it affects its host, in this case your daughter, slowly. The affects will become more visible and affect her more in about four months or less," he took a pause to let the information sink in. He spoke like this was a routine, just another person going to die, like it was just another 17 years of someone's life wasted, nothing more to it. I slid to the floor curling myself into a ball using all my strength to not cry.

I curled my hands into tight fist as I still had my ear glued to the door. The doctor continued. "There's nothing we can do to kill this parasite, it's extremely rare to get this there's not a lot of research about it. We can try some anti-biotic but we highly doubt they would affect it." I felt like someone picked up the pieces from my shattered heart taped it poorly together, staked it alive and then stomped on it back to pieces. I forced back the awaiting tears not wanting my mom to know I was eavesdropping.

My mom cleared her throat and finally spoke, "How do you think she got this?" Her voice was uneven.

"Well it's a waterborne parasite, usually unclean water, mixed with a variety of chemicals..." he continued explaining as I remembered the day, the day that would end up killing me.

It was the beginning of summer and my best friend Savannah came over to my house for a week.

We wore shorts and a tank top with a cute pair of flip flops. We walked around the neighborhood trying to beat the summer heat and boredom. We happen to walk by this house with a huge swimming pool; my friend gave me a weird look and glanced at the pool. "Let's jump in!" she said excitedly.