Chapter 2
I knew I was going to die but the fact that it WAS going to happen didn’t register. The thought of me lying on my death bed in less than a month seemed, far distant. My life was ending and I couldn’t stop it.
Everything seemed like it was in slow motion. My vision WAS diminishing but everything seemed more vibrant. The dull walls in my school seemed to have more meaning. Memories.
I had the choice of going to school or not. I choose school. I wasn’t going to sit in my room and cry the rest of my life, LITERALLY. I went to school. But I didn’t do my work. What would be the point?But what i did do is when I got home each day, I would sit on my bed, a container of Nutella in one hand and my traveling journal in the other. Turning each page slowly. This is the closest I would ever get to any of these places. My dreams, my hopes. Everything I ever wanted was in this book.
My family felt like a big sore in my heart. I couldn’t look at them without memories rushing back and tears streaming down my face. Trips to the ice-cream store, the beach. Memories of lazy days and laughter. The memories I had with my mom were priceless. Before I met Bailey I was kind of a loner. I had brilliant ideas of perfect days out and fun things to do for birthdays but I had no one to do those things with. My mom knew everything that was happening. She would offer to do things. My favorite memory is when we had a Just Dance party. We went to the store, bought a Wii and all the Just Dance games and party hard all day, all night. These memories are who I am.
I had been sulking around my house for a week. A whole week of my life gone. Bailey felt like she had lost her best friend even though I was still here. Not only was I dying on the outside I was dying internally. My parents noticed as well. They always had tear stained faces and they would just randomly wrap me in their arms and hold me and cry and cry…. and cry. It was killing them as well. I turned to my music and cry out my feelings. One Direction and Little Mix are like my saviors. Even though none of the songs were about a 18 year old girl who had cancer and who’s dreams where worthless they somehow connected to me.
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