My mother lost consciousness after I informed them what I learned. I cried as I watched my father carry her unresponsive body to the seating room and lay her body on the couch. He checked her pulse and did some medical things that I do not know.
After everyone calmed down, I approached my father, who was sitting down on the floor beside the couch where my mother was. "Dad, I am sorry. I-I did not mean for this to happen."
My father looked up and gave me a sad and tired smile. "You made no mistake, Alexa. You know, it's your life and I want you to choose for yourself. But are you considering chemo? D-Do you want to undergo it?"
It made me cry hard. "I'm tired, Dad. I've already accepted my fate. I don't want to undergo chemo because I will still be dead in the end. It will just give me 6 years--more or less. I don't want to prolong the pain anymore, Dad. I am sorry."
I ran to my room and locked the door. I cried the whole night until I had no tears left to shed. I checked my phone and saw a lot of messages from Allen. He said he was worried and told me to call him if anything happened. But I don't want to disturb him and it's late. I'll just send him a goodnight text.
Right now, all I need is sleep. I'd have to face my parents again tomorrow and explain to them why I wouldn't want to go under chemo. I just don't. I hope they respect my decision. I mean, it is me who is feeling it, not them.
The next morning, somebody knocked on my door. It woke me up, and I opened it to find both of my parents standing there. Mum's eyes showed that she had just finished crying. Gosh. This breaks my heart.
"Good morning, Lexie." Mum greeted. I nodded my head, and they both entered my room. I yawned and stretched my body and sat down on my chair.
"Good morning, mum. I just woke up."
She nodded her head and held my father's hand. "We're sorry to disturb you early this morning, but I don't think I want to talk about the issue later tonight."
"It's okay." With the side of my head on my palm, I observed them. They are tensed. Who wouldn't? Your daughter wanted to be just dead and is not willing to prolong her life.
And so we talked. We cried. We hugged each other. They told me that they understood and would try to accept everything. My mum wanted me to take chemo, but I refused. It's alright. Eventually, I will die even if I take it.
It's Saturday and there's no class. It's my dad's day off today, so he is just here in home fixing some stuff like the faucet and whatever. Mum left the time she calmed down from crying and asked me what I wanted. I just told her that I could go out and buy something for myself.
Gosh. She's acting like I'm five years old. I don't want that. Just because I'm dying, they are not obliged to do that. I bid my father goodbye as I went out of the to have a walk.
It's 10 o'clock in the morning and it's extra chilly today. I had my black and white tribal scarf on and my black Uggs.
As I walked around the corner, my phone rang. I checked who called, and it was, yep, Allen. My boyfriend. I blushed at the thought.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Where are you right now?"
"Why do you ask?"
Allen chuckled. "Because I want to see you and ask you about last night. Are you okay?"
"Yes." I sighed. "Meet me in Café Manhattan. I'm having breakfast. Do you want anything? I can order for you while you're coming over."
I heard ruffling sounds on the next line. "Y-yeah. I'm just wearing my pants. I'll meet you there at like 5 or 10. Can you get me a classic egg salad?"
I hummed. "Okay. I'll be there in like 5. Hurry."
Allen chuckled. "I'm coming. Thank you, babe."
