Days to live

Chapter 4 continued

 “When I was twelve I lost my appetite and would sleep all day. My parents always blamed it on me having a weak immune system. Then I started bruising every time my skin would glide over an object. The teachers asked countless times if my mother beat me”, Blake looked up, her eyes desolate of all emotion. The storm shattering the earth under us, with no end in sight, but Blare was in her own world: one with much different problems, ones that no child should ever go through.

 “My mother was always my biggest fan growing up. She cheered me on at every race. She was always my protector, my care giver, my best friend. I never understood why my teachers would think she could do such a thing. Did you know when I was sick as a child my mother would stay home and make me soup to settle my stomach. As I grew sicker more often though, my mother stayed home less often. Soon she stopped altogether. I never understood why. I denied the assumptions my teachers made, telling them how much my mother loved me.”

“Loved, it’s such an unusual word. I always believed once you love someone they would always have a spot in your heart. I was wrong. Love can dissipate like any other emotion; no emotion is permanent in our lives. The love for my mother was soon swept away like pebbles across the ocean floor.”

“My father came home one day from a business trip, to find me pallid lying prostate in my chambers. I did not hold enough energy to turn over. I was unconscious and unable to answer any of his calls to me. He surged me to the hospital, where I would soon begin the end. When I finally regained consciousness I was attached to several monsters pumping poison into my veins. This “poison”, I later found out was the only thing keeping me alive”

“A man dressed in all white stalked into the room where he greeted me by name.“A man dressed in all white stalked into the room where he greeted me by name. He asked me if I had noticed anything out of the ordinary; and which I immediately told him about everything I could think of including: fatigue, bruising, anorexia. He nodded his head like it was nothing. He then proceeded to tell me these are all signs of cancer. They had some texts done on me while I was unconscious; he averted my eye while continuing with our conversation. All the tests came back positive for cancer, I had leukemia. Do you know what leukemia is Damen?” she looked up at me, acknowledging me for the first time since she started her story. 

“No, I don’t” I slowly answered her

“Leukemia is a cancer of blood cells, specifically white blood cells. There is an increase of immature white blood cells. It affects my bone marrow in the soft tissue in the center of my bone. They said I had a high rate of mortality, 90% to be exact. “

“They started me on chemotherapy not to long after. My blood turned into a battle field. The chemotherapy attacked the mutant cells leaving my normal cells. I lost a lot of weight through the therapy because everything I would eat would revolt against me. My hair slowly fell out; I was so depressed one day I had Stephine shave my head. That way I was the one who made me go bald not the chemotherapy.”

“One day while I was getting my chemotherapy done I saw this little girl, she had leukemia too. I asked her how she felt about what was happening to her; she just looked at me and smiled. 

“She finally answered me saying “They give me candy, so I like it.”

“Candy. That’s all that made her feel better about this whole situation. I hated everything and was depressed, but this little girl was happy and ok because they gave her candy. I realized her perspective on cancer was right, I was the one who had to change. 

 “I wasn’t the only one who changed though; so did my mom. My mother didn’t handle my cancer well. She started drinking after we found out. Then she was home less and less. She didn’t want to face me and the cancer, she couldn’t. When she was home she was getting drunk, it was always worse when I was home. She refused to do anything for me like she used to. My mother looked at the kids at school as if they were ones who provisioned this illness to me; she used them as her scapegoat. It wasn’t long until she started to let her anger burnish on me. 

“If only those teachers could have seen her then. Their rumors started to come true; when my mother saw me she would befall livid. Her anger and alcohol wasn’t a superior mix. My mother started beating me; my father found out one day, he wasn’t contented. They were divorced right away and my father and I moved away. .

“When I came here, with help of the chemotherapy, my cancer was gone. I was in remission for 4 years. The night as Billy’s, my friends and I were celebrating year 4. That will be the last celebration though. I went to the doctors earlier today, the cancer is back.”

The thunder shouted louder than ever, making itself heard throughout the world. The lightening struck the ground angrier than ever, lightening up the sky with just a tease of light. Blake’s’ sobs were hardly audible over the thunder, but I could hear them like nails on a chalk board. I pulled her close, letting her forget about the cancer, about her mother, about her hardly here father. At that moment lightening shone over the house and I knew what I had to do. 

A/N  There it is, the 5th chapter. Who knew what was going to happen? This book is coming to a close soon. Hope you enjoyed  -Katti 

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