Shine For Me

Prologue

Luna Daisy Rayn has had Lukemia, cancer of the blood, since she was little. They believed it went away at the age of 14, but it returned. It's not as strong, fortunately, and she can live an almost normal life. She despises talking about it. She hates when someone is suddenly giving her pity and treating her differently. All Luna wants is to be treated like a normal girl.

She used to go to a support group, but her dad couldn't afford it anymore since he got laid-off. Now, she's going insane thinking about her death. Her dad would always say, "Luna, you have to accept the fate God has given you."

To Luna, God is no where to be found in her life. He's completely forgotten about her.

She goes to the doctor's every to every other month for a check up. Lately, she's been dreading to go. Her mind is making her paranoid that her cancer has gotten worse. Not only that, but she feels like a freak being poked and probed by all of these needles and devices. As if she's an animal under a bright light, tied down.

"How're you feeling today, Luna?" The young nurse asked her, sending her a sympathetic smile. That's another thing Luna can't stand- sympathy. So, Luna just nodded her head and sat down in the waiting room, talking to no one. She would occasionally look down at her wrists and notice the small marks she did on herself before the cancer came back. Now, she's too scared to even get a scrape.

"Luna Rayn," a young male doctor called. She stood up, straightened out her tank top, and followed the young man down a corridor. 

The doctor opened a door and gestured for Luna to sit down. She slowly sat down and cupped her hands in her lap, curiously watching the doctor tap away on his tablet. 

"So, Luna, how're you feeling?" He asked, never taking his eyes away from the words on the screen in front of him.

"Fine," she squeaked, pushing some of her short, wavy brown hair behind her ear. 

Luna isn't one to talk much. She has thousands of stories to be told, has millions of things to that she's seen with her crystal grey eyes to explain, but no one will listen. She's learned that the hard way, living with people like her parents, so she just doesn't speak out. That's possibly the reason for her getting too low of marks in school and not going to Uni. 

"Let's discuss some treatment," the doctor began. 

A new doctor, but no new conversations. They all tell her the same things about treatment, the percentage of the cancer being completely removed and the percentage that it won't. Usually after the conversation was over, the doctor would tell her to have a good-day out of courtesy and leave, but this doctor, which he told her his name is Drake, stayed and looked at her for a moment.

"You're strong, Luna," he said quietly, taking his hand off the door handle to leave. Luna shyly looked up from her lap and made quick eye contact with Dr. Drake. 

"Thank you," she said quietly, even though she thought otherwise.

"Some people would have given up by now, but you're different. You haven't given up yet," he said. "No one seems to have so much hope."

Luna's daily thoughts counter everything he said. She doesn't think she's strong, that she's different, or even that she has hope, because she doesn't. That's the saddest part of it all.

That's the saddest part to a story, when the person you seem to care so much about, loses hope and fades away. Luna thinks about fading away all the time, but she hasn't yet. The more she thinks about that, the more it seems to sink in.

She hasn't given up yet, but does that mean she'll keep shining?