Ash takes the hair from my hands and puts it away before he helps me walk back to my bed.
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More and more hair has been falling out.
There are large plucks of hair that are missing on my scalp.
Like you can literally see it when you look at me.
Just like the dark bags under my eyes, my really pale skin and very crusty lips.
Feeling so weak is the worst part of it all.
I really look sick.
Just walking makes me out of breath, moving feels like a work-out routine.
It's been a little more then a month since I came to live with my brothers and four chemo sessions.
One of my brothers is with me every second of the day which I don't mind to be honest.
I'm actually really grateful for it.
I love my brothers.
I really do.
I haven't told them that yet though.
I turn to lele
"Lele, I think it's time" I tell him saddened.
Every time my brothers play with my hair, it falls out.
It's heartbreaking.
He looks at me and nods his head, "okay, do you want the rest of your brothers to be here too?" He asks me gently.
I nod my head.
I can't do this without their support.
He smiles and nods his head while wrapping me into a hug, "it'll be okay baby, I promise" he smiles softly at me.
I just nod my head, not trusting myself to speak.
Lele opens his phone and send a chat in the group chat.
I got a phone and iPad and laptop and stuff of my own when we went shopping.
It took me some time to figure out how everything worked but eventually I got the hang of it and I got added to the family group chat.
In under a few minute all my brothers are present in my bedroom since it's summer vacation and my other brothers work from home now because of me having cancer and stuff.
"She want to shave her head" Lele tells the others, sensing that I don't really want to say it out loud to the others.
Flower comes up to me and crouches down in front of me, "is that true?" He asks me wanting clarity.
"Yeah, I can't take it anymore. I don't want to see any more hair fall out, it h-hurts too much" I tell him as my voice breaks.
He nods his head, "okay princess, I understand. Let's go to you bathroom yeah" he smiles softly.
I nod my head and lean against him for support since I'd fall down otherwise.
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I'm not okay
Teen Fiction8 year old Alessia never had the best life. From being taken away from her family at a very young age to being diagnosed with cancer while dealing with mental illnesses daily, have been taking a toll on her for years. When she gets word that her c...
