Unlucky Me

Chapter 1

My name is Adrien Carter. I have not so recently turned 16 a few months ago. I'm not your average teenage boy who's a huge jerk, only cares about himself, is sex-obsessed, and all the other stuff. I have a low profile, get bullied, easy to forget, and sit in the back of the class kind of dude.

Even though I'm all of that, I'm still not normal. I was born with a rare disease. Pulmonary fibrosis. Pulmonary fibrosis is a lung disease that occurs when lung tissue becomes damaged and scarred. Also, it can't be cured and they won't be able to repair my lungs. I go to the doctor almost every month for a check-up to see if the disease has gotten worse. And surprise surprise! It has.

I could have a lung transplant and I'd be all better but, no. My parents didn't want to have one saying it was "too dangerous". So I take medicine instead.

But every day it just gets harder and harder to breathe. I'm one of the "lucky ones" as people tell me. The survival rate of Pulmonary fibrosis is 2-3 years if I remember correctly, I'm one of the people who lived with it more than that. And honestly, I don't feel like it's a blessing, to me it's more of a curse. I've been living 16 years in this shit hole that we call our home and don't wanna be here anymore.

What makes things worse is my sister. (Who is only one day older than me and brags about ALL DAY LONG.) She's super controlling, bossy, disrespectful, and an attention hog. For 16 years I've dealt with her shit getting everything she wants and leaving me in the dust even though I'm her twin. Every birthday party we've had together all about HER, every family dinner we have together? HER. Every holiday we spend together? HER. Every fucking thing is about HER, HER, HER. What about me, I bet you're wondering. They don't give a SHIT about me.

Every time I wake up in the morning I hope with all my heart that I had a different family, a different life but no. It's the same shit every single day.

"There's my little girl!" My mom squealed, squeezing her tightly. "Good morning Mom." She said giving her a huge smile. Oh, how I hated that smile. I went downstairs and walked past them and they didn't even glance at me. I walked into the kitchen and saw my dad. "Hey, Dad." "Morning Adrien. How'd you sleep?" "Not good." "Oh? Why's that?" I turned and looked at him straight in the eyes. "I'm still alive aren't I?" He stared at me wide-eyed but before he could say anything I went to the fridge grabbed the container of watermelon and walked back upstairs.

What a great way to start the day. Then, my phone started buzzing. Who the hell is calling me? I'm not THAT popular.

"Heyo?" It was quiet at first and right when I was about to hang up I heard yelling. "I am on the phone! Shut up, Jacob!" I chuckled and rolled my eyes. I should've known it was E. "Adrien?" "Yea, I'm here Elisha." Elisha was the ONLY one in my entire life who understood me. Well, not the whole parents' things his parents are great. The twin thing. He's also the youngest twin in his family.

I wouldn't like to trade lives with him because, one: he's sweet, kind, good-hearted, and adorable, two: I don't want him to suffer. I mean he's already dealing with a lot with Jacob (the older twin), his other two brothers, and five sisters. I know like how does he live like that? I can barely handle one sister!

"So what do you need E?" "Oh, I was just checking on you know? You haven't been yourself lately and it worries me." "I know. Thank you for caring about me. You're a good friend, I know that?" It was silent for a moment but then he spoke again. "Do you think I'm a good friend? No one ever told me that before." He chuckled and it wasn't his usual happy chuckle it was his sad one. E and I went through everything together, from being bullied to only seeing each other in our little world.

"Elisha J Harris, I didn't just hear what I think I did. You are the best and sweetest person in the entire world! Of course, you're a good friend!" I exclaimed. "Ok ok, I believe you!" "Good. Never say that to me again." I made a face as if he was there.

Then all of a sudden I couldn't breathe. No, I CAN'T breathe. I began to freak out looking for my medicine without knowing that I pressed "show video" on my phone. I ran into the bathroom throwing and breaking things without noticing. "Adrien!? Is everything ok!?" I ran to my phone and faced it towards me and pointed to my neck. "Oh my god! D-Don't worry I'll call the ambulance!!" I lost my grip on the phone and my desk and collapsed on the ground. Is it finally happening? Am I getting a new life? A better one? I couldn't help but smile at the thought.

"Adrien?" My sister, Kami, asked coming in. Once she saw me on the floor she just stood there unfazed. "Why are you laying on the floor with your lazy ass get on the bed. Also, stop stomping we can hear you from downstairs." Then she walked out. Leaving me here to die.

That little bitch. I tried to get up but immediately fell to the ground. I can't even stand now. Then the door swung open and Kami showed up again. "What did I just say!?" She huffed out the door but this time she locked it from the outside. Now I couldn't get out.

Why did I have to live in such a cursed life? Out of all the people in the world.

Why me?