The past, the present, and our future

Chapter 2

Cancer, the first word out of the doctor's mouth. "I'm sorry ma'am but your daughter has cancer" he spoke. It took them one year and few months to find it. When I was nine months old, I had a severe cold that worried the doctors. It took me one month to get over it that's when the doctors knew that something was not right. So, after a lot of tests and blood work they found what was wrong. I had stage 2 leukemia my mom busted out crying me and my brother wear just standing there not knowing what was happening. I will never forget the look on my moms and dads face. The worry, the fear, the look of failure. My dad believed it was their fault that I had cancer because they pray that we would not have powers. I was in and out of hospitals for about five years. I was six when I went into remission for the first time. A year before I got my power. So, learning how to deal with having heighten sense and battling leukemia all at once was a mind field. All the attention was on me, and my brother grew to resent me for it. It's not like I want it, but he did not care we were close yes, but he hated me at the same time. For years I was in remission, I was training, I was going to school, I was doing well, I was happy, and I had friends. Me and my brother started getting along a lot better we trained together we were this perfect team.

Then one day I started feeling bad my brother came to me "mom and dad thinks your cancer might be back" he spoke "I have been in remission for four years it's not back" I told "it can't be I don't want to give up my life again". "Well dad told mom he's taking you to the hospital tomorrow, so I don't know what to tell you I hope it's not back, but we don't know" he said. "Will you come with me" I ask, "you know they won't tell me anything until they figured out what they want to do you could read the doctors minds, tell me if it's back before dad finds out so maybe this time, I have say in what we do". "Tomorrow is Wednesday" Oliver said "I have school I can't always give up on my life to help you" he said with spite. Oakley flinch back "you're right I'm sorry for even asking". "Do you know when they're going to come in and let me know that we are going tomorrow" I asked. Oliver with frustration stomps to his side of the room closing the curtain "I don't know, nor do I care good night" he says as he gets into bed cutting off his lamp. "Oh, OK night Oliver love you" I responded. "Yeah, yeah whatever" he says. I cut off my lamp climbing into bed deciding to try and get some sleep before the dreadful day of tomorrow.