Don't Forget To Fly (preview)

AN: Okay so this is the first chapter!!! Pretty please leave your feedback in the comment section so I can improve it where it is needed :) 

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It was almost as if there was a film covering the first layers of my eyes, impairing my vision. Everything surrounding me was a blur, but I could hear them clearly. Their voices echoed and seemed to bounce off the dull gray walls; that boxed us in this tiny room. I replayed the words coming out of their mouths in my head, soaking in every bit of information possible. I could hear the Doctor trying to calm my mom down, as she sobbed while latching onto my arm, with a very firm grasp.

 My body was numb and filled with nothingness as I sat there, listening to the quiet thud of my heart as blood pumped rapidly through it.

I, April Emerson…

                               had just been diagnosed with Leukemia.

It’s been two weeks since my diagnosis, at least that’s what my mom told me. I feel there is no need to keep track of the date anymore, since I’m going to die. Why bother? It seems like a waste of space in my brain, in fact at this point anything seems like a waste of space. There is no longer any purpose for my existence.

 Mom says I have to go to a check up today, but I don’t really feel like going. I don’t see what the point is; the nurse is just going to tell me a bunch of bullshit about how ‘everything is going to be okay.’ Well guess what! It’s not going to be fucking okay cause I’m a seventeen year old girl, who won’t even live to the day of her eighteenth birthday.

 That’s right, I failed to mention the doctors only gave me eight months to live.

 “April sweetie, it’s time to go to your appointment.” Mom called out to me.

 “Why do I have to go? I mean I already know I’m going to die.” I said, staring blankly into her bright blue orbs, which matched mine perfectly.

 “April don’t you dare talk like that or I will...” She replied sternly, but I cut her off before she got to finish her sentence.

 “Or what? Are you going to send me to my room or keep me on house arrest, cause you are already doing that because you think that just because I’m sick, that I’m not capable of doing anything else without dying in a mere two seconds! Well guess what, it doesn’t matter what I do because at the end of the day I’m still going to end up dead!” I yelled at her forcefully, using every bit of strength I had in my body.

 “Get in the car.” She whispered, as silent tears rolled down her cheeks.

 I made my way out into the snow, and the cold breeze sent shivers down my spine. Climbing into the car, I shut the door and buckled up out of habit. It’s not like I needed to put on my seat belt, if we were to get into a car crash and I died, it would just be stopping the prolonging of my death.

 The car ride to the hospital was silent but a thick tension filled the air, causing me to feel a little eerie. I stared out the window, thinking about all the friends I left behind in Colorado.

 You see, mom made me and my brother Aaron move to Vancouver to start “fresh.” What she really meant was that, she didn’t want me to have to explain to all my friends about my terminal illness and how they won’t ever see me again. So instead, we packed up and moved away. I never told her this, but I’m grateful for what she did. I don’t think I would have been able to handle everyone feeling pitiful for me, which is the last thing I would want. I just want people to understand that I have accepted the fact that I’m going to die and that they should accept it to.