Heartbreaker in Training

Chapter 15 - Easy Go (Part One)

Toxins, toxins, so many toxins. But it isn't like I don't deal with stuff like that every day. We all, me, Adem, Tyler, Garyn, and Lesley, stood on the red brick wall outside the hospital doors. Adem was talking to Tyler and I had a bottle of Coke in my hand. Lesley stared at her phone, still phased from our conversation earlier, as was I. Garyn stood beside me with his hand on my tank just staring at me.

I stared back at him hard, and started a staring contest, like we always do. I narrowed my eyes and so did he. I smirked a bit when his eyelids got closer and closer to fully shutting. He blinked, and a small bit of his mouth twitched up in a very small grin and he shook his head while rubbing his eyes with his free hand.

"I win." I grinned big at him.

"I'll get you next time." Garyn was a case, something I was afraid to lose. But it had to happen.

I heard Adem and Tyler laugh next to me, and I knew it was something I'd miss soon enough. Nothing lasts forever.

And Lesley already knew, she figured it out, how fast it was all happening for me.

It took about three months for me to get used to dying on a tight schedule. The chemo hasn't been working, but I've been fighting. My new doctor, Doctor Ross, who teamed with my other doctors, had shut my father, Patrick, out many times, again and again.

It's pretty pathetic if you ask me, everyone sticking around since i was no longer able to get out of bed without a wheelchair, how I wasn't able to get out of bed without a wheelchair. I was practically a ragdoll judged by how little I ate, and I'd fallen into this deep depression that made me want to die a little faster, or just lay in bed with all the lights out, alone, blinds shut. I was pathetic. Nothing more than another defective kid in society, nothing less than a human being.

My mom had finally let Patrick stay in the room, despite my slight whimpers of protest. He had a spot in the right back corner of the room, watching me slowly fade away, not showing any emotion. His putrid facade killed me a little more, considering this man was supposedly my father figure and I had to respect him and his way of coping with his daughter's slowly-but-surely death.

I officially turned seventeen on June sixth, and that day was a sad one. It was my almost-slip day. I actually lost consciousness a few times, and it scared everyone.

"Lori! Oh god." I heard my mom say. everything slowly getting darker and darker before I finally let my body slump over itself. My dad caught me and didn't let me fall off the hospital bed. Garyn wasn't too happy about how he acted like he cared for a second.

When everything came back to me, it was fuzzy but back. My dad was even a little teary-eyed. I'd figured I'd just laid down and fallen asleep, but that wasn't anything like it.

My death day was the scariest, though. The day I actually died. It was the first day I'd cried since I found out I even had cancer in the first place. It went a little something like this...