Heart Like Stone

Chapter 1

I hate boys.

'Hate' a noun, often attributive of extreme dislike or antipathy towards someone or something that is really strong.

I hate boys with all my heart and do u know why? well let me tell you a story.

*Summer 2004*

"I'm sorry sir, mam but your daughter  has cancer and it's leukemia" the doctor said softly. 

"She can't have cancer! she's a healthy 8 year old child!" my mom sobbed to my dad's shoulder.

Me on the other side, an 8 eight year old who doesn't understand what the doctor said asked my mommy. "Mommy? can you stop crying? please.. your making me worry and tell what is going to happen to me?" i said pleadingly using my 8 year old voice and a pout visible on my lips.

"Oh- honey, your so young, so innocent! you don't deserve this!" my mom said still sobbing

"Isn't there anything we can do doctor? to help our daughter? she's our one and only" my daddy said calmly unlike mommy but i can tell his choking a sob and unshed tears.

"I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Emerson but there's nothing we can do, but the good news is it's still on the first stage.. but the life expectancy of leukemia is 3-8 years" said the doctor with a glint of guilt in his eyes. Must be tragic i thought, a person who is supposed to save someone else's life couldn't do it i thought now.

Well a 2 weeks later i was rushed into the ER for my surgery, in those 2 weeks my mother explain what happend and i cried so hard pleading to my mommy and daddy

"Mommy i don't want to die! i still wan't be with you guys and be a happy family" i said " I know sweetie, i know " said my mommy and daddy together.

I finished my surgery and the results came out in big bold letters 'ALLI MERLIA EMERSON SURGERY RESULT : FAILED'  my mommy cried so much and my daddy.. my daddy who i've know for my 8 years of life and never shed a tear finally cry.

Doctors suggested i go Chemotherapy and all of those and each one of them failed. When i was eight i was so used to hearing the word failed that it almost scared me. Anyways after that, My last therapy session and the doctor said "Just support her, she's a survivor and i know she can fight it" my mom believe in her but my dad,  2 days after that last session he left me.. he left me and my mom like we are trash that wasn't even disposble, i still remember the memory vividly.

"Callissa, i'm sorry. But i just can do this anymore!" my daddy shouted, my parents was in their room and it's already after dinner and i couldn't sleep so i decided to go to they're room and i saw the door openend a little so i decided to peek.

"Do what Edward?" my mommy said calmy.

"We have a daughter who is pressume gonna be gone in a few years and all of her failed treatment, i can't i just can't!" hearing my daddy shout like that really hurted me.

"Are you losing hope in our daughter? you rememberd what the doctor said? she's strong she's just needing our support and she's a survivor Edward" my mommy said defending me.

" But what if it fails? not many people with leukemia can survive! " my daddy said arguing with her.

I gasped my mommy slapped daddy! "I can't believe what you said! even if you don't have faith in her i'll always do!  mommy said sobbing.

"Fine, if that's what you want then do it! keep having those false faith in you and know that she won't survive and i can find someone who is better and can give me healthy child Callissa!" those words were sharper then knife but my mother choose to stay strong.