6 months to live

Assembly

    It had been so long since I last looked at myself in the mirror. I used to be a narcissist who was easily seduced by a simple glance at myself in my mirror. Since my first round of chemo, I didn't dare look at myself anymore.

     Sure enough my hair was thinning. I found thick balls of my hair on my pillowcase, in my bathroom. It was everywhere! My skin, which was normally darker, had gotten much, much paler. My appearance horrified me. I could hardly recognize the person looking back at me. My physique was changing for the worst as I was losing the curves that my mother blessed me with.

    My first day back at school wasn't like I expected. People were supposed to come up to me because they genuinely cared for me. My absence was supposed to be the talk of the school! It made me wonder who my real allies were. Nobody seemed fazed by my reappearance at school. No head turned when I walked down the hall strutting off my new clothing.

  Instead the halls were quiet. It was soulless as I made my way around. No one talked. What was once a busy hall with mobs of students talking while they walked slowly, had now become deserted.

    Students were called down by their grade number for an assemble. Apparently, a girl who just transferred not too long ago ended up overdosing on drugs which was given to her by a former student. The principal had his eyes set out for the person who gave her the drugs.

         "Poor shame," Samaira whispered to me. We walked down to the auditorium along with the rest of our class in silence. The story really broke my heart when I was informed.

    That's Sterling High for you, I wiped away a tear before it slid down my cheek. My older brother was forced into committing suicide when he was just ten years old. It was so hard for me to stay strong after his passing because he was the light of my world. He was too young, too inexperienced with the world.

          "How about we bail?" A familiar voice said behind me. My head snapped back to see Tatum Sanchez. His dark hair, his muscular figure. Tatum was very masculine, from his physique to the way he acted. His European features were very strong. He had dark brown hair with very light pale blue eyes. His jawline was as sharp as you can get, and very chisiled. More cut edge than a knife. His nose was sharp and the bridge was high. He was absolutely gorgeous, and I felt honored to call him mine.

          "Tatum?" My eyes lit up.

        He grabbed my wrist and instantly I had to let go. It felt like I had just been slightly electrocuted. He then grabbed my wrist again and started to exit. I didn't protest.

           "Maya, I didn't think you would actually agree." He took me into the back of our school's library.

          "It's been so long since we last saw each other."

         He nodded. "I heard Reece say you were looking for me. Is that true?" One of his eyebrows shot up. He gave me a little peck. It felt like shards of glass slitting me open. The feeling felt very blissful.

            "Yes."

         He inhaled loudly. "Okay then," he paused. "New rule."

            I cocked my head. "What do you mean?" Tatum had so many rules which I had to follow.

         "I don't want you to talk to any boys from now on. You're only allowed to associate with girls, and me from now on. Got that?" His face was right in mine. I could feel his hot breath sting my face.

         "I was only asking—" he cut me off.

       "Yeah but it's Reece you were talking to!" He whined. His hand trailed from my neck to my lips. "You know how I get when you talk to other boys."

        "I don't like Reece," I lied. "We're a thing of the past."

        "Too late. I don't want you talking to other boys." Then his lips collided with mine. His lips what were once so painful to feel had suddenly become soft, and tender. They were now blankets that I could sleep on for days. "I love you," he said as he pulled away.

          "I love you too."

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     Once again I don't condone abusive relationships. They're not sexy, or goals in any way.

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