6 Weeks Left

Prolouge: Hi, My name is Aiyanna Jenkins and I only have six weeks to live. I know, you probably think I'm at death's door or something. But I have news for you, I'm. Not. I think at this point you must think I have a mental issues or am a psychopath. But your wrong again. If the world would just give me a chance and let me tell my story, I think I would be able to help people. Yet, no one does. Not my parents, sister, or my doctors.

You think that doctors are there to comfort you, or kiss all your boo-boo's away, and make everything better? Someone sure told you a lie, a big one at that. Doctors are there to listen to your crap, get paid, do a mediocre job, and then go home and live their life. But, what about all those sick people out there you wonder?

I have 5 words for you. They. Don't.Give.A.Crap. Yup, insert surprise here. There are some good doctors, I admit it, I've even had some. But does that change the amount that aren't? No. But, enough with my ramblings, I should get on with my story- my life that is.

First Chapter: So, it all started one day when I went to the doctors for a routine checkup. "Aiyanna, have you been experiencing any headaches or fevers lately?" Dr. Stevenson asked.

" No fevers, but I have been having a few headaches the past few days." I said.

" Is there something wrong doctor." My mom pondered, with a hint of worry in her voice.

"Well, Well, Uh...." The doctor murmured.

"Come on spit it out, I'm not gonna be here all day" I thought in my head, then folded my arms in an act of brattiness.

" Well, I think your daughter might have the first signs of Leukemia" Dr.Stevenson stated

" Wait what? I just have..." I started to say, but at that point the world started to go black.

Right before I saw darkness, I heard my name shouted, over and over.

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