Chapter One

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"She's depressed I know it," my father started. I just sunk further into the slippery chair, it was my 3rd week of chemo I still wasn't used to the fact that I wanted to blow chunks every 4 seconds. I keep getting told it's gonna take some getting used to, it's so ironic how 5 years ago I was a happy normal 10 year old with two parents who loved me, and a brother who I argued with on a daily basis. Now my mums in rehab and my brothers in college. And I'm far from happy. I don't know if it's because of the way that I was raised but I can't seem to grasp what went wrong. I can't seem to get to this one month. The August of my 14th year. I met a boy, fell in love, and fell out of love. It ruined me, I got over it, then my brother moved away. Then mum got sent to rehab. And slowly my life went into a spiral of doom. I started starving myself, got diagnosed with social anxiety and anorexia and just 2 months ago I was diagnosed with *insert a type of cancer* my life has been a living hell  yeah yeah, some people have it worse but really, I have it pretty bad. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I was born into a different family, in a different country even! I don't know sometimes, I just try to remember parts of August. My mind searching for a reason thay boy broke me so much. That I couldn't pick up the pieces. No one could. I mean I'm nothing special, why did he choose to do this to me? That's what he said when he left that he chose me, of all people, why me? I didn't deserve it, but here I am a fragile body, being swallowed into the black hospital chair while I wait for more bad news.
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A/N: thanks for reading the first chapter of: the 2 a.m boy. I don't know about the title if you have a better one please do leave it below because honestly I suck at titles. I love this story line and I hope you enjoy this!
This chapter was a figment of my imagination!
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