Teddy Bear Trials

Chapter 1

"No. No, no, no!! I cant! Why is this happening to me? My mother and now me! I'm only 14, and I still have my life I don't want to die."
Presley sobbed on her dad's shoulder creating a waterfall of emotions from both sides of the concrete yellow walls. Her dad silently sulked holding her tight to him trying to comfort the sick girl.

"I'm so sorry Presley. Your tests confirmed that you have cancer."

The words echoed through the air vibrating through the celling and the cold silent floor. Dry faces turned to breeding grounds for solemn words.

"My baby girl. She's just a child! She's only fourteen! How could this happen at her age? First Lana, now my little girl? Why does God think we can handle this? I can't go through that again. Not with Presley, she's to young."

My heartbroken father's words cut through my head like a knife. I feel so badly for him. Losing your wife, your best friend, then in a few months your only daughter. The only thing left of her? I couldn't imagine what my dad had been going through since the tragic passing of my mother.

"Dad I'll be ok. I promise."

"I know baby but I just don't want you to have to feel the aching pain of this, this horrendous thing stepping on your life. I know your strong just like Lana was but I can't lose you. Not yet baby."

His words slit yet another tear in my heart. I knew that I wouldn't live long, and so did he. Even before the pale, plump nurse that delivered the news told us our time together would be cut short due to new situations. Five months. Five short, painful months of mourning and sadness and echoing thoughts and lingering feels of death. Did I think that living life to the fullest would possibly make things better? Hell no. But my dad kept reminding me that even though my life was sliced short, I had to live my life like there's no tomorrow. In my case, I didn't think that in five months there would be a tomorrow unless you think that getting accepted into the golden gates of God's mansion would be a tomorrow.

The nurse prescribed me some pills to take if I got any pains or felt queezy and nauseous at random times. I was given the choice if I wanted to start kemo or not yet. I choose not yet because honestly I was going to die in pain anyway, I might as well try to keep my hair.

"Gee that was a little harsh Presley." I don't give a damn because life is full of harshness and evil so you can shove that thought up your- not going to finish that.

The next morning I woke up to hear my brother screaming. I looked at the clock on my rickety bed side tabke. It was 3:45 in the morning. I jumped out of bed through on some shorts and a tee shirt and sprinted to his room down the erie hallway.

"What's wrong Bryce?"

He had tears moving out of his eyes like they've just seen my grandma naked. He shook his head and clamped his eyes shut for a few moments. He clutched his pillow and took deep ragged breaths. No he wasn't having an athsma attack thank goddnes. Those things were nasty.

"Presley. I had a dream that you died. From the can-cancer. I found you in the bathroom and you we-were very pale and your heart was-wasnt awake."

Bryce was only 8 years old and he didn't know how to cope with these things very well. He was only a year old when mom died so he didn't remeber her at all. Only knew her from what stories dad had told us when we got older.

"It's ok Bryce. I'm right here I'm not going anywhere anytime soon baby. Don't you worry little guy I'm not leaving no matter what."I cooed.

He wrapped his tiny little arms around my tan shoulders and soaked my short sleeve in the process. I felt so sorry for such a young boy to have to see his sister, his only sibling, dying right in front of him. Littleraly dying ever second of every day. It had only been a few hours since we found out. Barely a full day but already we felt the effects.