Words Left Unspoken (COMPLETED)

F I V E

"I'm sorry James, but I can't feel it anymore... It isn't like before. It was never like before, James." She wiped her falling tears. She was sobbing.

"I'm very sorry. I'm such a cruel person for hurting you, for making you believe that I still love you..." She cried harder this time.

"I'm so sorry..." She whispered...

"Very... Sorry..." She wiped her face.

"Urrgghh!" She growled. She removed the sheet wrapping her body and lay comfortably.

"Chels, get it right! It's just a break-up scene!" She shout to herself. Just... Right, Just. She's been practicing for hours already on how she would end everything...

"Okay..." She breathed heavily and was ready to do it again.

"I'm sor——"

"I'M HURTING, JACK!" She hears her mother's voice and footsteps from the stairs outside her room.

"WHY CAN'T YOU SEE THAT?!" They're fighting again. They've been fighting for almost 2 weeks now... Ever since they found out that her sickness has no cure but miracle. Mrs. Styles still believed that she'd heal. But she gave up, she realized that what if it is really her time? And the memories Chelsea's parent are giving is chemotherapy, when she needs support and comfort from them? That's why she spend more time with her but they never stopped going to the therapy, yes it can't heal her... But maybe prolonging will do... If that's the job of it.

"I AM TOO, PEN!" Her father shout. She knows that they're near her room, so she was just lying on her bed pretended to be asleep. She tried pretending to be not hurting but she can't. Every word that she would hear from them is twice her falling tears.

She covered her mouth with her right hand and her left hand under her right hand, hugging her right shoulders refraining them to hear her cries. That's all she can do... To cry.

"NO! YOU'RE ALWAYS NOT HERE! YOU'RE ALWAYS GONE!" Mrs. Styles shout again.

"BECAUSE I'M WORKING HARD FOR HER THERAPY! IT'S NOT CHEAP, YOU KNOW THAT! NOTHING'S CHEAP IN THIS WORLD!" She hears her mother's cry and her father's rising voice. She wants to go out and tell them to stop. That their shouting can't help. But she can't. She's too busy hurting thinking this is all her fault. If she's not sick, her best friend wouldn't be mad at her. Her boyfriend wouldn't be hurting. Her parents wouldn't be suffering and fighting every single night, every single day.

"She's dying Jack..."
"What if I tell you, that she can't be healed? That money is not the answer... It never was. That all she needs right now, is our time, presence and support... Would you take a moment and stop working? Even for a few months? Weeks? Days? Hours, minutes, second?" Her mother didn't shout this time, but she knows she was still crying.

There was a silence. A deafening silence. But for her, that silence was too loud to be called silence... And she didn't want that, she hated that kind if silence.

"Just like what I have in mind." She hear her mother say followed by a loud sound from a closing door.

She shook her head crying...

I can't take it anymore... I can't... just can't...