After that night, Daniel and I both went home. My mom had asked where I was.
"Well mom, you wouldn't feed me so I took the car and went and got myself some food!"
"Macey you know I don't like when you choose to snap at me."
"Okay." I replied.
I turned on the tv, by now it was around 7:45-8. I turned on the voice. I hated the show, but for some reason I wanted to watch it.
Daniel texted,
"Hey, you wanna come over tomorrow morning?"
"Umm.. Sure." I replied.
"Great... Bye."
"Bye."
My mom had just sat down with me, she loved the voice, she always had.
"What if I had died when I was 14, like the doctor said I would?" I asked.
"I'd rather not think nor talk about the past." My mother said looking away from me.
"Well, sorry mom, for just asking a simple question where you could have given me a SIMPLE ANSWER!!"
My mom got up and walked to the kitchen. As soon as I said that I regretted it. I seem to regret a lot of things. But to be away from my parents for a little I went to my room and started reading.
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It was about 8:50 when I woke up. I jumped out of bed changed out of my hoodie and sweat pants and got on my favorite pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. I was just about to head to the kitchen when I started being unable to breath. I screamed for my mom. She ran for me, I fell and hit my head on the floor. I was blacking out.
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2 hours later I woke up in the hospital. To find my nurse walking in saying I have fluid in my lungs. I had no idea how it happened. But, here I am in a stupidly uncomfortable hospital bed. I fell asleep for about 3-4 hours and I woke up to Daniel sitting in my hospital room. He asked how I was feeling. "I'm fine but I just feel like I can't catch my breath.." I was taken to do a CAT scan. My cancerous tumor is getting a little bit bigger. I heard my mom come in my crying. I knew she couldn't deal with this. I told her I want to let go but my conscious wouldn't let me. I just want to let go but there's Daniel and my mom that couldn't deal with a loss...
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The Sight In Your Eyes
Teen FictionChapter 1 I was 14 when the doctors found that I had a brain tumor. They said I had 50% chance of living, but here I am now 16. I have never thought this was how I would think of my childhood memories. My mother cried for days. She was afraid o...
