Dear Summer....(One Direction Fan Fiction)

"Jay, we're going to be damn late!" Yelled Zoey from downstairs. I was sitting in the bathroom's floor, I was puking harder, that It came out blood, as always. I can't go, I told to myself, I don't want to go......but I must. I can't decide at all, Zoey and I are going to a party were supposed 'artist' come but I don't think it will. "Jay you're more slow than an ass..........y-you bleeding?" Zoey came out of the door, and I could see her wide-eyes staring at me, surprised. "It's nothing it's just......blood...." I told her trying to calm her but I could see that she was so scared. "Come on, lets fuck up this party" I blurted out, and chuckled. "Jay, you're bleeding, I mean puking blood, it's not a big deal about the party and-"

"No, we must go, I mean,you wanted to see that gay band of yours not?" I interrupted her, still chucking and smirking, like nothing happened about the puke thing.

"First of all, they're not gay, two is One Direction! Ok? I mean I don't laugh about that My Physical or Chemical Romance band of yours, and of course not, still it's not a big deal about the party and.....the band....but you're not ok!" She screamed at me. Fuck, I hate this.

"Zoey, I'm NOT OKAY, I'm not, I'm sick, I have this fucking disease, I hate it, you don't know how much I would love to eat everything as you but not! And I wish I could not passed out every single time! I hate puking, I hate it! You're so damn lucky I want to live way more! A normal life!!" I yelled at her. All that madness came and control me. I shouldn't yelled at her all the time she tries to talk to me, acting so stubborn. Tears spread out in my face.

Ok, I have leukemia, cancer in my blood, that's the definition. I'm getting weak every day, I'm restless, I have no energy. Leukemia, a hell in my body, a destruction on my blood, and lovely death....if I can fight with it. They're always gave me a type of medicine, only one, that is combined with a lot of chemicals on it, so it can kill it, regardless, it's not making any progress at all, I get more weak every time they put that on my body, when they drug me most of all the time. I can't eat very properly, because I can't, sometimes, vomit it. I hate my life, sometimes, I wish I could stop the treatment and die, peacefully. But I can't let my dad alone, and my sister sad.

"I-I don't want to be a freak, I don't want to be the girl with the cancer thing,I don't want to be the girl who died young....."I cried, while Zoey came and hugged me tight. Her hands all over me, makes me feel protect. Every time my dad, Zoey and my sister hugged me, I'll always feel secure, and save. But, right now, I felt so insecure about myself, about everything that happens in the world.

"You're not a freak.....Look, this is a bad situation, I mean, you have this stupid disease and stuff, but you have to keep going, defeat it, and feel secure about yourself." She said while she hide her face in my hair. I felt wet in my head, she was crying.

".......i want to live.......Zoey.....I want to live.........want to live while I'm young......while I'm still alive....." I said smiling at her, I could see her wet and red eyes, from the crying. She smiled and laugh a bit. "Like, Live While We're Young by One Direction?" She said still laughing.

"Oh well, I have to listen your songs at the car, and listen to your beautiful signing of yours" I said smiling. I have to admit she has a wonderful voice, mine is so.....weird and horrible, reasons why I hate singing.

"My signing is not beautiful,besides, you can play the guitar and the piano so well!" She said.

"I'm not that good, and come on, I do really want to go to the party!"

"......fine......but.....tell me if you feel bad"

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"I fucking hate him, quit that NOW, Zoey Brooks!" I yelled at the top of my lungs on the car. She put Justin Bieber's new song: Beauty and The Beat. I fucking hate him, but she's in love (not so much) with him. I really don't like his songs and everything of him but I don't insult him. "Aw, you're so grumpy and pessimist, Jayme Summer!" She yelled while she sings, the new Taylor Swift's song, thank god it ended the other song!. "First, I'm not grumpy and I'm not pessimist, I'm being realistic and DON'T CALL ME BY MY SECOND NAME! I hate it,Brooks" I yelled and listened to the next song, that was Madness by Muse, and started to enjoy it!