The Time I Wish I Had

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What is your first thought when you find out you have a life threatening disease? Katherine's first thought is, this can't be happening to me. Everyone thinks that don't they? That bad things won't happen to me because I'm so normal. Well, Katherine is the Queen of Normal. But she finds out her life is about to change. Drastically. Especailly when she meets Alik. And when she finally finds the will to live, is it too late? Love might just come too late. But then again... it might be just in time.

I walk out of the clinic as fast as I can and I don't look back. The sun makes the trees cast shadows on the sidewalk making them look like demons. Digging my keys out of my purse I unlock my blue Honda. God I hate this car. I mean seriously, I really hate this car. I slam the door shut and lean forward to start the car up when I'm pulled to a halt. Literally, because my long wavy brown hair is stuck in the door. I glare at the ceiling for a second before re-opening the door and extracting my hair. Sighing loudly, I pull away from the sidewalk and crank the music up.

I look up in the mirror. Sad crystal blue eyes stare back at me. Returning my gaze to the road I remember what the doctor had told me.

Katherine you need help.

I know.

You need to tell your parents.

I know.

You have to go to-

I know!

I put a hand over my stomach. How could this be happening to me? To me? I did everything I was suppose to. I got good grades. I didn't stay out late. I did anything my parents asked of me. I don't even have a freaking boyfriend, I thought harshly to myself. I let out a pathetic laugh as I remember the nurse asking me to pee in a cup.

Why?

To see if you're pregnant.

I'm not. Trust me.

It's standard procedure, dear.

Maybe I should get virgin tattooed on my forehead. Is nothing sacred?

Okay, big problem. How do I tell mom and dad? And my brother? That is one hot mess waiting to happen. Especially telling Ryan. My twin, who I share everything with. My complete opposite and my other half. Ryan the popular, quarterback star. The only children my parents have. And I wasn't going to let something like this tear me away.

My car chugs along, hitting every pothole on the way home. There are people sitting on their porches and mowing the lawn, as if it were just any normal day. They should be enjoying it, I think fiercely. As I keep driving I feel hot tears fall down my cheeks. I pull over, turn off the car and stare at my hand. It's shaking and pale. I grab the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white, and lean my forehead against the steering wheel. They don't know how lucky they are. They have a completely normal day to just waste. And my day is changing my life for the worst.

I sob. Like a baby. Until I feel a stare burning into me, so I look up.

A guy walks down the sidewalk, wearing loose fit dark jeans (not sagging thank God) and a black t-shirt. His hair makes him look like he just rolled out of bed, and he wears sunglasses. He is sexy. And he's staring. At me.

I wipe my eyes on my sweatshirt and start the car. I'm freaking out. Stop freaking out, you don't even know he's staring at you! But I do know. I swear I can feel his eyes on my skin. I peek up through my hair and he is still walking. And staring. Whipping my gaze away I pull away from the curb, my car making a God awful screeching noise as we hit more potholes and I clench my teeth. This time I do look back, and I see the back of the guy disappear around the corner of a building.

I blow my breath out and crack a window. I fan my eyes with one hand. God I hate this car.

This car. This day. AAAAAGH!

I have to tell my parents. My brother. I have to tell them about the pain. I squeeze my eyes shut at a stop light. The pain. Oh God, the pain. When I comes, I sit on the bathroom floor in the fetal position and wait for it to go away. That's all I can do. All because of this. This body. This disease.

I have Lymphoma.

Cancer.

I really hate this car.