Part One

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I closed my eyes as I hit back the large red and yellow tablets, you know, the ones that look like the tablet emoji? I hate them.

The next one is worse. I timidly prepared the syringe before gently pinching it into my pale skin, I winced a little. Pulling it out, I immediately dabbed the tiny insertion wound with a tissue.

You may be thinking, 'Oh he's definitely a drug addict'. Well I'm not, infact I hate drugs. The medical type, the fun type, the illegal type; every type. You see, I suffer from an illness called acute lymphoblastic leukemia. This is when your bone marrow becomes useless. It starts to produce blood cells that cant take care of your body when you need them to. Also meaning when your white blood cells begin to stop working. Hey, don't forget, my white blood cells prevent minor illnesses and infections? Imagine how crappy that is. My red ones help me breathe and my platelets help cure my wounds. But when you've had to put up for it for as long as I have, you just get used to all these technical medication difficulties. Okay well, let's not get too scientific now.

Let me introduce myself.

My name is Hamza, nice to meet you. I am currently 15, 16 in 3 days. 16 is an age I've always wanted to reach. I live with my painfully over-protective parents who tend to keep me at home, wrapped up in cotton wall all day. No, I do not like it. I'm an only child, I do get a bit lonely now and again but when you have a friend as amazing as mine, you'll be aesthetically fine.

Her name is Ellie. She's a tiny bit older than me but I don't mind that. She takes care of me, more than I could ever ask for. I'm not going to say she's like a sister to me because she's not. She's a saint, a God, someone I'd probably die without. She was the one there when I needed someone the most, the one who kept me alive, the one who always talked me out of doing something stupid. But regardless of my down times, she keeps my life worthy.

I also have a cat called Pippin, he's my 2nd best friend. He knows me so well; when I'm sad, when I'm sick, when I'm tired. He gives me the company I need when Ellie isn't here.

Well that's about it for today. More drug taking and more eroding my life away by talking to my cat.

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⏰ Last updated: May 02, 2015 ⏰

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