My condition got worse and worse throughout the next few weeks. I needed help with almost everything, like walking and driving and and sometimes bathing myself was an issue. I was dying faster than I though I would. I still had another three months to live and I couldn't do anything by myself. How was I supposed to live life to the fullest when mine is fading like a tan? My skin started to tint yellow sometimes, my hair got thinner, I git skinner, and the tumor got bigger. I don't remeber what kind of cancer they said I have, but I'm losing my memory slowly but it's not Altzimers.
My dad is constently crying himself to sleep, like me sometimes, my brother is with me twenty four seven, no matter what.
I could feel myself slipping away from life's fingertips every second of the dredful day. My friends visited constantly and sat in my room with me for like, five hours a day. Anna and Arina cried their eyes out to the lenght, and Rainy sang to me and held my hand and told me stories. Shes a great singer and an even better writer. Cisco just sat there the whole time looking at me sadly and staring at the wall, not talking or anything. Just sitting. Every time I glanced up at him, he would look somewhere else. Kade visited everyday as well, but not when the others where around. He always brought a gift to me, candy, stuffed animals, you name it. He sat on the bed with me and cried and he sat there with me for hours. He even spent the night one time because he didn't want to leave me.
I have less than three months now, but it feels like I've been dead for years already. I won't get to live life like my mother did. My fifteenth birthday passed and my family and friends came to see me and they brought gifts, even though I've got one foot in the ground and two arms in hell, they still brought them. I'm not going to use then so I left them on the floor untouched. Days got worse, dragging on forever, and painful movements to get comfortable. Pain, pain, pain. All damn day. Every damn day. Every, fucking damn day I lie there in pain and stare at the cream celling and think about what I'd probably be doing if I wasn't almost dead dust.
Kade was in my room now. He dropped his stuff emediatly and brought in a huge box of pizza and a few movies and picked me up and took me into the den. He popped in a romance movie and layer down next to me without saying anything. I was still deciding if I should go to sleep or watch it. It was very akward but I didn't tell him that.
"Presley, I know that you are going to be gone soon but I need to get something off my chest now while I still have a chance to do so." He paused the movie and faced me almost in tears.
"Gee thanks, like I didn't know I'm almost dead." I said dryly looking at the television screen.
"That sounded better in my head to be honest." He chuckled a little and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Go on, what do you need to say." I asked, staring more intently at the screen now.
"Uh right yeah ok. So Presley, I know we just got caught up again a few months ago, but I feel, I feel different when I'm around you."
That got my attention. Now I was looking at the floor in front of my feel, my hand inches from his, my face so close, I can smell his aftershave.
"But, I feel like I can be myself around you. I think... I think I, no, I know that, well. What I'm trying to say is that, I think I'm in love with you Presely. I don't give a shit that your dying or that you might not care but I love you so much and if I could make this go away I could. I want to be with you. I want to be yours but I know that now I cant. God I wish things were different."
I was looking at him now. Inches from his lips. Just inches.. I could feel myself moving forward towards him. He cupped my face in his hands and move his face closer and closer. Our lips meet each others with passion. It was a light soft, airy kiss, but it made my stomach do flips and my mind do a double take on what just happend. He pulled out first, and picked me up and put me on his lap. He held me like that and we finished the movie. Not even paying attention really, and just like that, I feel asleep in his strong arms.
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Teddy Bear Trials
RomancePresley Zane was diagnosed with cancer at age 14. Her father was devastated with the news, shortly after the death of his wife Lana. Presley has five months to live but will that be enough? She goes into the hospital in the fifth month and is dying...