One Life

Chapter Eight

My face was pressed against something warm- obviously someone. The question was: Who?

Who was I laying on?

My head was pounding, prohibiting me to think back to last night.

Please tell me that I didn't give away my V-Card last night. And please tell me it was someone that I knew, in my bed beneath me.

If it weren't for the annoying ringing of my iPhone, I probably wouldn't of tried to force my eyes open.

My throat let out a groan. I just wanted to sleep.

It felt like the crack of dawn, but through my eyelids it looked like dusk.

My eyes didn't open, as I rolled from ontop of the person, and out of bed.

I lost my balance, but quickly gained it back when my eyes shot open.

The ringing continued, from my dresser across the room.

"Hi." I answered the phone, sliding onto the cold floor, with my eyes closed again.

"Stella Hawthorne?"

"Mhm." I confirmed, trying not to fall asleep.

I hadn't looked at the caller's ID before answering, but it definitely wasn't someone I knew.

"Ms. Hawthorne. I know it's early, but I need you to focus." They were talking to me like I was intoxicated. But I was.

Intoxicated with sleep.

My eyes were currently closed, but I moved my eyebrows up and down in attempt to wake up.

"Kay." I breathed.

It must have been really early, because even the doctor knew I was half asleep.

I shivered at the cold air around me, and squirmed.

"Stella... We've ran test as I said we would..."

"Kay."

"Stay with me. This is important." And so was my beauty sleep.

I hummed a response telling him that he had my undivided attention, which was untrue. My attention was divided into a million and one things. All irrelevant.

"At first we thought it was leukemia due to your symptoms... But we've ran more test... And turns out you've got ovarian."

Ova-what?

It sounded like bullshit to me, but maybe it was like a small sickness.

He took my silence wrong, "I'm sorry, Stella."

"For what?" It sounds curable, and irrelevant.

"Ovarian Cancer."

What?

My eyes shot open.

The sky was dark blue, slowly turning light.

When I heard the second word, Immediately stopped breathing.

I had ...cancer?

There had to be another Stella Hawthorne.

Could there be?

My stomach tightened, due to my cut off breath.

I was about to pass out.

The phone slipped through my fingers, slamming flat against the wooden floor.

Who cares if it was broken afterwards? I had... C-cancer.

I didn't believe it.

My eyes were glued on the foot of my bed, but soon the image blurred, then went blank.