So High School

Cancer (pt2)

A/N I've got a really bad migraine rn (Help me 😭😭) but I thought why not write this instead of sleep? So here you go :)

ALSO who was planning on telling me that your period doesn't completely stop in water 😭😭

When Taylor got back from the hospital she was exhaused. She tiredly climbed up the stairs and flopped down onto her bed, trying to ignore the aching pain that filled her body. Her stomach was doing backflips and her head pounding- evidently not reacting well to her first round of that poison. Despite all this her eyes soon closed, dropping into a dreamless sleep.

She woke the next morning still in her clothes from the day before. Her eyes hadn't even been open two seconds when her stomach lurched, sending her stumbling into the bathroom. She spent the rest of the morning there, curled up on the cold bathroom tiles. Her afternoon was not exciting; watching friends, then an early bedtime at 7.

This was how her next few days went, and she felt sicker and weaker as the days dragged by. On the fourth day she picked up her phone, met with lots of notifications. A couple tree just checking up on her, one from her mum asking how her day was going and one from Blake asking when she was free, Jack just checking up on her. Then there was Travis.

Thursday 9:03pm: 3 missed calls from Trav 💕
Trav: hi baby, are you busy? You're not picking up my calls and I'm starting to get worried, is everything okay?

Friday 7:29am: 2 missed calls from Trav 💕
Trav 💕: I'm going to practice now, but can we call later? And answer my messages, I'm worried

Friday 9:41pm: 5 missed calls from Trav 💕
Trav 💕: Taylor, has something happened? Is something wrong? Have I done something? I can see you reading my messages, call me back baby I'm worried

Saturday 6:47am: 1 missed call from Trav 💕
Trav 💕: I've got practice all day today but you can call me anytime and I'll pick up. Please talk to me Tay, whatever's wrong I can help you. I love you xx

Saturday 10:03pm: 2 missed calls from Trav 💕
Trav 💕: please talk to me baby, I'll always be here for you. I'm worried. I love you

Sunday 10:56am: 4 missed calls from Trav 💕
Trav 💕: I'm going out now but you can call me whenever, I love you baby xxx

Sunday 8:47pm: 6 missed calls from Trav 💕
Trav 💕: baby you're really scaring me, if you don't call me back soon I'm going to have to get someone to come check on you. I'll see you again in a week and a bit, please call me back, I love you

Taylor held back tears as she read through all these messages. He was worried about her, she could tell, but she didn't want to shatter his life like this. She didn't want to ruin what they had. With shaking hands she pressed on the call button, her mind not registering that it was only just after 4 am.

Travis could barely sleep, his mind riddled with thoughts of his girlfriend. Was she okay? What if something was wrong? What if she was mad at him? Eventually he managed to fall asleep, Taylor always to the back of his mind.

He woke with a start, his ring tone beeping in his ear. His heart leapt as he saw the caller ID.

Incoming call from Tay 💕

His heart in his throat he pressed accept, his face lit up in a smile. However as soon as he saw her face everything dropped. Something was wrong. Really wrong.

Her skin was a ghostly white colour, her cheekbones more defined than ever. Below her eyes sported dark eye bags, and her actual eyes were cloudy, miserable, tired. They weren't the usual electric blue colour, instead they were a muddy grey. Her hair lay straggly around her face, her fringe greasy and flat. She did not look okay.

"Trav" Taylor croaked out, forcing a smile.
"Taylor, why didn't you call? What's wrong?" Travis asked her, his voice filled with concern.
"Nothings wrong, I'm just busy. Sorry" Taylor mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
"Something is wrong Taylor, please talk to me. I'm getting the next flight out" Travis was already packing his suitcase, his clothes thrown messing in.
"I'm fine, Im..." Her breath caught in her throat and she let out a cough. This wasn't a normal cough though, it was a harsh, hacking cough that made her whole frail body shake.
"I'm coming Taylor" Travis was already arranging a flight, his face clouded with worry.
"No, no don't. I'm fine" Taylor insisted, tears pricking behind her eyes.
"It's not up for debate. I've got to go now, I have to leave for the airport, but I'll be there in about four hours, okay? Hang in there, I love you" Travis hung up the call, leaving Taylor looking at a blank screen.
"I love you" she whispered, her voice breaking as a tear rolled down her cheek.

Taylor laid in bed staring up at the ceiling. She had to tell him. There was no way he wouldnt be able to tell something was wrong. She had to come clean.

Suddenly the doorbell rang and that was when Taylor realised she had been in the same position for over five hours. She climbed out of bed slowly, gripping the wall as another wave of dizziness washed over her. She slowly made her way down the stairs, making sure not to fall. Once she had made it safely down she took a deep breath, before opening the door.

Travis dropped his bags, immediately scooping up his girlfriend in his arms. He inhaled her scent, only then realising how much he actually missed her. He placed her down on the ground, pulling back. She felt... Different. Skinnier, like a twig that could be snapped at any moment. She looked even sicker in person, the bags under her eyes a deep purple and her skin almost translucent.
"Taylor" Travis croaked out. What had happened?

Taylor took a deep breath, knowing it was now or never. Looking into her boyfriends eyes she saw how much he cared, how much he deserved to know. She squeezed her eyes shut. She couldn't look at him whilst saying it. Another beat. More silence. Now.

"I have cancer"

A/N part 3 hopefully tomorrow but my head hurts too much to finish it now so yeah :)

Also Taylor's top 2 for song of the year! Go vote her on Insta

I've got my first flute lesson of the school year tomorrow but I haven't practiced and I'm too sick to practice now so wish me luck