The Lost File

Chapter 1

Two years.

Two years since the last time I talked to the girl I thought I'd spend a lifetime with.

Two years have gone passed. And yet, I'm still stuck in the motion.. of being inlove with her.

I became a famous vlogger. I managed to get off on my knees when everyone gave up on me, even her. I managed to smile again in front of my video camera but I can still hear my heart yelling her name.

Tuesday. Around 2pm in the afternoon, when I was video recording in our kitchen along with my family.

"Here's my beautiful Grandma. Grandma, say hi for my viewers." I cheerfully remarked while I'm holding the tripod with my left hand and the other is on Grandma's neck.

"Hi... vlog", she said while smiling widely.

I laugh and got off from her and go to the sala where my cousins are playing.

But suddenly, Lola suddenly collapsed and fell to the floor.

"LOLA!", I shouted making everyone hurried to the kitchen and saw the horror.

I put down the camera and I don't care if it was still recording but I hurriedly rushed to Lola.

"MANG!"
"Grandma!"
"Newt, iready na ang sakyanan pagdali!" Tita shouted to Lian.

Everyone panicked. I felt my hands trembled and cold. I took my pouch and phone and go along to the hospital.

For less than ten minutes, we arrived to the nearest hospital. They took Lola to the ER while we waited outside the hospital room.

I was with Tita, my ate and Newt.

When suddenly, I feel my eyes and body get heavy. Feels like everything's spinning and the last thing I've heard was Newt screamed my name.

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I woke up in the hospital's bed. There are hoses clinged to my body for I know nothing what for.

I wonder what time is it. It seems dark outside.

I roamed my gaze and saw the hospital's clock. It's 12am already. I'm alone in the ward.

Luckily, minutes have passed when I feel my throat craved for water, the doctor came in.

"Good thing you're awake. You have slept for more than 24hrs, how are you feeling?" He's professionally mannered with words and dress I must say. A typical doctor.

"I'm good, I just want water and my head is throbbing badly", I grunt as the pain never ceases.

He took a glass and poured water in it. Then he handed it to me.

As I drunk it, from my peripheral vision he is staring intently at me. Not romantically or what, more like 'are-you-aware-what's-happening-to-you' look.

"What?" I can't stand him staring. Although a bit scared to what he might say. But I'm pretty sure it's not that serious.

"How long have you been feeling a throbbing pain in your head?", he said in a serious tone.

"Quite long enough. But I think it's just because I'm stressed or phone's radiation. Why?"

I don't like this anymore.

"Miss Boone, I don't know how to say this."

"Say what doc?"

"You have brain cancer, worse is stage 4."

Now I feel how heavy that is.

It's a total wreckage. I feel like having a chest pain hearing that news rather than a brain cancer.