Warning; Just depressing all around. But it was how I was feeling so it reflected in this story.
Noah was diagnosed with cancer very early in his life. One could say, before it even started. His parents were broke, so gave him up to this institution where he's given just barely enough medication to keep him alive. He doesn't look forward to anything besides getting out. He has to get out. He just has to...
Word Count; 2852 ('Д' ) ___________________________________________
MAIN CAST
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"So much for becoming a Jr..." 17 • 5'9
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"I gotchu baby, don't worry" 20 • 6'2
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"I'm so fucking sorry..." 18 • 5'11 ___________________________________________
|Noah's POV|
Why does it feel like I died before I even got to live?
"Okay, Andrea, what about you? Is there anything you'd like to say?"
"Stay Positive," they said.
"That was wonderful. Yknow, that also reminds me-"
