I woke up in the hospital bed once again.
I looked at my surroundings
. I took it all in.
The cold, white wall.
The perfectly bleached , white tiles.
And myself in the ugly gown I was wearing.
My pale and slightly bruised arms.
No one understands how hard it is to be 15 with leukemia. My name is Isabella, but I prefer to be called Bella or Bells. I lived a perfectly normal life. I was having the time of my life. I just started high school. I was making new friends and I had a crush on one of the cutest guys in he whole school. I was the happiest I had ever been.
Then one sunny morning I fainted. My parents couldn't wake me up. When I did wake up I was in the hospital. My parents and the doctor all looked at me with sad depressing eyes. I knew something was terribly wrong.
The doctor looked down at his feet and then looked up to meet my gaze. He said I am sorry Isabella but you have cancer. The one sentence no one wants to hear. The phrase that turns your whole world upside down.
