Tomorrow Night {GirlxGirl}

Chapter 1

TW: Alcohol Addiction, Abuse, Depression, Cancer, expression of sexuality

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"Wren! Time to get up, we have doctors this morning, remember?""Yeah i'll get out of bed now and be down in a minute", I replied back to him tiredly throughout yawns. 

 Why Saturdays? I swear my dad picked the worst day for my weekly appointments. Him deciding on Saturdays means I can't sleep in till lunch without a worry on my mind. 

I mean it must be hard for him, working a 7-5 job 5 days a week, singly raising his teenage daughter while struggling to pay for her medical bills. 

Every week new bills, new news, and new treatments. He does his best and that's what I love about him. No matter how tough life gets he always tries his best to make me happy and see some sort of light ahead. 

I was diagnosed with cancer when I was 12, a few years after mum passed. 

Dad's mental health really took a toll, I mean how could it not, imagine the love of his life missing on a flight with the plane never to be seen again. 

I guess I was sad, it would be wrong to say it didn't bother me but we never really had that 'mother daughter' bond. 

Sure, if I could've gone back in time I would have put more of an effort in to make that connection but I was 9. A 9 year old never thinks about forming a close relationship with their mother when it should just naturally be there. I guess I was different. 

Dad turned to lean on alcohol whenever he felt sad. He never hurt me when he was drunk, he wouldn't let himself do that no matter how wasted he was. However, he became filthy and unhealthy. 

It was weird. He used to be fit, having a figure shaped by muscle. He became unpleasant to be around, smelling of alcohol and body odour, slurring his words, and being rude when he was awake. 

I stayed over at Pippa Davidson's house, my neighbour, when times were rough like that. We grew quite close, I could even call her my sister. I looked up to her parents like my parents as they gave me much more love than dad was. 

Surprisingly, he stopped drinking when I was diagnosed with cancer. I thought him knowing would make everything worse but it didn't. 

Something must've gone off in his brain letting him know to pull his shit together because I could die and that he needed to work in order to pay my bills while staying on our feet. 

My dad informed the Davidson's of how bad my condition was since he thought they deserved to know after treating me like my own. They insisted on helping pay bills with one condition. 

Pippa and her sister Zoe were never to find out about me being sick. I understood why they didn't want their children to know. No kid wants to know their best friend may die of cancer at the age of 12.

You may be thinking well how did I cope with all of this trauma? 

Well the truth is I hate thinking about myself and I spend all my time worrying about the people around me who I care dearly for. I can't believe I got cancer and fucked up my dad's life even more. 

What if Pippa and Zoe found out I had cancer. That news would've broken their hearts, well Pippa's heart at least. I don't actually know if Zoe cares about me. 

I doubt she would ever think about me the way I think about her. Her luscious dirty blonde hair and oh my god her eyes. I swear I once fell asleep at dinner while looking into them. That calming green is beautiful. 

Ugh who am I kidding after all, I'm a girl who's dying of cancer in secret who will never get to experience life how she wants. 

I just want to be normal. 

Go out with friends on a friday night, get drunk with not a care for the world. I want to get a girlfriend, sneak out while we makeout in the most secret but stunning places. 

One day maybe...

A/N: Hey guys, this may have been alot of trauma dumping to start the peice, I'll start writing chapter 2 in about 3 days just a bit busy! Do you guys want the next chapter to be from Zoe or Pippas POV?