Chapter Eight It's Downhill From Here

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"No" I say to myself. "Suicide is never the answer."
I get up and remember all the suicide stories on the news. The ones because they were being bullied. Is that how I'm going to end up? Is that how I'm going to depart the world?
I hear a knock on the door. I check my make-up and open the door.
"Hey" Matt says. "Come down for dinner."
"No thanks" I say. "I'm actually not hungry."
I start closing the door and steps in between it. "You haven't eaten anything" he says. "What's wrong?"
"I'm saying there is nothing wrong" I say and my voice gets louder.
The phone rings and he leaves. I stand at the doorway. "What!" I hear him yell. "Okay we're on our way!" I hear his footsteps coming to me. "Mom's in the hospital!"
I run downstairs and get into his car. We drive so fast I think we're going to be in the patients in the hospital.
When we get there we run to her room and I see a pasty white woman with green eyes. Dark circles are under her eyes. Wrinkles formed on her forehead. That's my mom.
"What's wrong?" I ask dad.
"They found out that mom has cancer."
I feel light headed and scared. My mom has cancer. Cancer.
I don't know what to do or say. I start crying even though I thought I can't cry anymore. My dad hugs me tightly. "It's okay" he says. "They're going to Do surgery and then the cancer will be gone. You just have to be strong for her."
I look at my mom. She has glassy eyes.
"Dear" she says fragile as a butterfly. "How was school?"
"Good" I lie. I can't tell her what happened. What my thoughts are.
"That good sweetie. I have to go to sleep now. I love you sweetie."
A tear falls down onto her blanket. "I love you too mom."

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