Prolouge

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My whole life has been spent  by people feeling sorry for me.

Alone.

In a hospital bed.

time ticks by.

No friends. And no family who cared.

No family who loved me, let alone any friends.

time inches slowly.

Everyone too scared to loose me if they ever got too close.

Everyone had lost all hope in me so I didn't matter.

I had almost no chance of survival with how rapidly the tumour has spread with almost the course of nine days.

time inches fast.

It might spread more by eighteen.

Spread to my whole body by twenty six.

time kills me.

And kill me by thirty.




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