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I wake up in the hospital. Doctors pricking and prodding at me. I have no idea what's going on. "Where am I?" I ask. The wave of confusion gets stronger as I look around. My mom and dad are crying, the doctors look worried. "What's going on!" My voice wanted to scream from the top of a mountain. The doctor looks wearily into my eyes. "Honey," he says, my mom bawling in the background. "You have stage 4 brain cancer."

He turns away to my parents. I stare into the space in front of me. It couldn't be true. It couldn't be. I am too young. The journey ahead is long, and full of hell.

I couldn't take all of the pressure my parents were putting on me. I needed them to stop freaking out and face the truth, I am going to die.

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