May 31st 2024
3 Weeks Later
Taylor Swift's Point of View
Supposedly, 250 thousand people die each year of medical error, making it the third leading cause of death. It makes me wonder, want to believe that what I am, what I've become, and what I feel like...is all error. I wish of an error in the system so I can go back to my normal self. Be the person I am instead of dragging on.
But today is just another dreaded day, continued after the other. The days never seem to end anymore and everything is one giant blur. My life seems bland and repetitive. It's exhausting to live a life not worth living for. One you try and pin meaning to and give life to but it's damaged with disease and pain. I feel infested and taken over, like mold slowly growing on the walls. Grey ugly wallpaper that is slowly peeling off, revealing the dark secrets behind it. Some monster, clawing at your face, and dragging your body like a punching bag. The monster is not one to make friends with as all he does is backseat ride your life as you try and escape the ever lasting pain he brings. Pain that makes you feel like nothing.
Okay, maybe I'm depressed.
"Hey, hon. Are you ready to go?" Joe asks and I slowly look up at him. I'm curled up on the couch, biting my nails, with my pink cardigan draped over me for comfort.
"No. I wanna stay here all day." I sound like a five year old child.
"Sitting on a couch and doing nothing, isn't much of a life."
"Why does it matter? Not gonna have one anyway in a year." Depression.
"The doctors said they could help you live a few years and plus, you should live them to the fullest. You don't need to get a head start on death."
"You make it sound easier then done."
"Come on, let's go." He grabs my hand and helps me off the couch, basically dragging me. I get in the passenger seat of the car and he drives. I haven't had the best driving record. I think Juliet could drive and we would be in better hands than if I drove.
Joe walks with me inside the hospital, basically the place of horror and nightmares. I've grown up quite frightened of hospitals. What is there to like about them though? Plus, the American health system is stupid. I have to pay thousands of dollars to save myself like what is this bs? I mean, it's not like I can't afford it but WHY?!
And there's nothing more to dread then chemotherapy. It all feels like a performance to destroy my self worth.
The nurse leads Joe and I into the chemotherapy room. There's a few other people there. I was given a choice to take the chemotherapy in a private room but I didn't want to for some reason. Maybe I'm just searching for others like me so I don't feel so lonely.
I sit next to a young woman, probably in her 20s. She's by herself which I find strange. Everyone else has family to comfort them. Even more strangely, no one recognizes me. Maybe it's because I'm unrecognizable. I don't even know who the fuck I am right now.
The nurse pokes me with a needle and inserts an IV which causes me to flinch. "This IV gonna administrate the drug. You'll be here for about 8 hours and we'll come back to check on you every couple hours to take vitals. Press this button if you need anything." The nurse hands me a remote which a button that says 'nurse.'
"Okay. Thank you." I nod and relax back in the chair. Now what am I going to possibly do for 8 hours?
"Babe, bad news. I gotta go." Joe says with a guilty look.
"What? Why? I'm gonna be so boreddddd."
"Scott cancelled and there's no one to watch the kids."
"Can't Olivia do that?"
"She went out Lucas or something."
"Man I am not keeping up with this family." I admit.
"I want to make this easy as possible for you. I can take care of the family, just look after yourself."
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Chasing Shadows (Jaylor Fanfiction)
Fanfiction[Sequel to The Tattoo Kiss] History repeats itself. Almost a decade later, Olivia is making the same mistakes as her mother. Will Taylor step up as a mother or sit back and watch it all burn?
