Sickness AU [COMPLETED]

︎♡chapter one♡

So I changed the start date for Sickness.. its today. Enjoy!
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• Riley •
Its been three years. I have been fighting for three years, and I still am.
Cancer. Its one of the things you never pay attention to, until you get it.
I was one of the girls who would stay up late at night dreaming about their wedding day and plan their future in a hidden journal.
I dont know where that journal is, I lost it a couple years back. Its not like it matters, im going to die before my wedding day anyways.
I layed on the couch infront of the TV watching The Talking Dead.
" You know its 10:30 right? " Dad asked from behind me.
I pulled the covers up to my chin.
" I know, theres only 30 minutes left. " I told him.
Dad came and sat in the chair next to me.
" We have new neighbors, a mother and her daughter. I was thinking maybe you could make friends with her. "
" I dont need friends. " I grumbled. My parents were always trying to get me to
" branch out ". My problem is there is no girl my age with cancer and that if I make any friends they will just leave me when I get sick again, so why try.
" Riley, you cant just live the rest of your teen years laying on the couch watching TV. Go out party, get drunk, make out with boys. Be a teenager. "
" You want me to get drunk? Father of the year much? "
" No Riley, just... branch out. "
" Ughh I hate those two words. "
" Branch out. " I said in a mocking way.
Dad chuckled and kissed me on the forehead.
" Get some sleep, see you in the morning. "
I watched the rest of the show then shut off the TV going to my room.
I collapsed on my bed burrowing myself under the warm covers. I stared out the window looking out to the city and the glowing lights, another place I would be too sick to visit.
I looked at the chart me and mom hung up by my desk when I first got cancer.
" My progress. " It read.
The last update was two months ago.
" 3 cancer cells. " I got up grabbing the sharpie writing the date and writing in
" 1 cancer cell. "
I hated that one cancer cell. Like why wont you just go away? Because that cell is gonna split and make more. Why? Because its a fucking bastard.
I threw the sharpie at the writing and went back to bed. I mean at least my hair grew back...

• Maya •
I helped mom carry in the last of the boxes. I dropped them in the living room then closed the door.
" I think thats it. Im gonna get some rest, carrying a baby while moving is exhausting. " Mom said rubbing her pregnant belly.
" You can unpack tonight or tomorrow. It dosent matter. "
I nodded taking my box to my room.
" Maya wait. "
" Yeah mom? "
" Theres a family downstairs. With a little girl about your age. I was talking to them today. They seem like nice people and invited us to come over tomorrow. You should talk to their daughter, your first friend in the new apartment. " She suggested coming over to me.
" I'll consider it. " I said giving mom a kiss on the cheek.
" Goodnight mom. "
" Night baby. "
I went into my new room. It was quite small and had only one window that looked over to the bunny mart. I opened up the box I held and pulled out my bed stuff. I put on the old sheets and covers. They were purple and white. I hated them. I began to pull out posters and taped them on the walls. I plugged in my radio and put it on the shelf behind my bed along with a sheep my mom gave me. I kept going through the boxes putting things in their new places when I came across and note and a picture.
Maya, when your reading this. You're probably in your new home. I hope you like it there. Its lonely without you and your mother and I am so sorry for everything I did. You know I would never hurt you or your mother. And I feel terrible I ever did. Please write me back, and tell me if the baby is a boy or girl when you find out. I love you Maya.
-Daddy
I rolled my eyes and scoffed looking down at the picture. It was a family portrait from when I was 7. I was on dads lap and mom was holding my hand.
I took a pair of scissors and started cutting up the picture. I held the picture of dad by himself and me and mom in both hands. Much better.
I was mad at dad. More than ever. This was the second time he ever hurt mom. The first time was in the hospital room when I was diagnosed with Osteosarcoma. And the second time was 2 days ago when he came home drunk and started hitting mom. The next day mom told me to pack up my stuff and we left. Her friend Judy gave us her old house. And mom rented it this morning. We are away from my dad now, he dosent know our address. I sighed putting the picture of dad under the mattress and the picture of me and mom on my corkboard.
A wave of sleepyness overwhelmed me and I climbed in bed falling asleep.