[ partly dialogue ]
[ stand alone ]
// previously known as "Hey Neighbor | A Dialogue Story\\
When a mute foster kid moves in next door to a deeply insecure homeschooled girl that lives in the middle of nowhere, them meeting is slim even when the cl...
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Where do I start? The beginning or the close, foreseeable end?
Today was one of the hardest appointments to stomach.
How does one react to being told there's a twenty percent chance of survival, an eighty percent chance that I could die with this surgery? How do I look my mom in the eyes knowing she's about to lose the last remaining family she has left, much less that person being her daughter?
There're so many things I want to say, that I want to do. I'm only sixteen and with the odds, it doesn't look like I'll live long enough to make it to eighteen.
It's a bittersweet feeling. I want to sulk and cry and break everything in my room but I'm also numb, maybe at peace? How can I be upset when I knew this would happen eventually? A tumor has placed itself perfectly inside my brain where there's the option of surgery and having a small chance at living, or letting it grow slowly over a one maybe two-year span until the inevitable brain bleed leads me to my demise?
I want to tell her that everything will be okay but both of us know the truth.
I'm scared.
Is there something after, after all of this? Do we get sent somewhere far from this world?
I don't want to leave. God I don't want to go. I'm only a kid. I haven't gotten my driver's license yet, haven't had my first sip of beer, my first boyfriend, my first kiss. I want to love somebody, be somebody's other half. But I couldn't really. Who would love a sick girl? How could I do that to them? Make them fall for me just to die? That'd be heartbreaking, traumatizing even.
I want to go to college for art, for writing, maybe creative journalism. I want to lead a successful life and be comfortable in my own little home with a healthy family in a city full of people.
I want to see universal studios in Florida, the Eiffel tower in Paris, Sydney beach in Australia.
What do I say to Jasper? I can imagine his face. It falling immediately after being told the news. Or is this just in my head? I doubt he truly cares about me, in that way at least.
I don't know what to do. All I've been able to ask is what I've done so wrong in the world to be given a hand like this. Is it a lesson? Was I a terrible person in a past life? Am I a terrible person now?
The clock's ticking away. Every second is another second I've lost. And time will just keep ticking down the days, minutes, and seconds I have left. Time doesn't stop for anybody. I'm just now starting to realize how true that is.
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Will there be an update every day until the books over? I guess you'll have to wait and see.
That brings the questions. How many more chapters are left? How do you feel about where the stories heading? What do you thinks gonna happen next? I want to know your theories!
And I've got a proposition for all of you who actually stay and read the authors notes.
My next narrative, I will reveal, is superhero based and is called "Phantom". I already have a cover for it but if one of you make me a cover that I really like after giving you some details about the book, I'll set it as the cover, put your @ in the description of the book and maybe one that person that wins will get some cashapp money. It won't be a lot, maybe like twenty dollars or something like that but hey, it's something.
And all of the ones made, I will create a chapter dedicated to them.
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