poison// dolan

cuatro

☼ Vegas Daniella Marie Quinton ☼
1:00am

I curled my fingers around the elastic on my wrist and let it snap against my head as the tight ponytail slicked down my back. I picked up my pencil and started scribbling down a letter for a better chance at a more known newspaper. my phone went off indicating an incoming call.

"hello?" I answered, placing the phone down on my bed as it was on speaker.

"hello, is this Ms. Vegas Quinton?" a male voice on the line asked. I furrowed my eyebrows and took it off speaker. I put it up to my ear and bit at my nails.
"speaking."
why would somebody call at this hour?
who is this?

all questions I wanted to ask but nothing seemed to be coming out as I heard the words,

"I'm so sorry for your loss."

I raised an eyebrow and finally spoke, "excuse me?"
that's when I realized, I actually was alone
i actually had nobody left

"are you Reese Marie's niece?" the man asked and I nodded although he couldn't see me. I let out a sob, she was the one who raised me to be, me and she's all that I had.

a few years ago her husband was sent off to Afghanistan and we received a letter in the mail stating that he was no longer with us. this sent my aunt off into insanity and she developed severe depression. bad luck was stuck around in our family only to find out later that my aunt had growing leukaemia.

I had been so busy with trying to find a future for myself, I haven't been around to support her lately.

the line went dead as my view blurred with tears. I rocked back and forth, throwing my phone at the wall. then, I didn't care about the damages. I sobbed into my knees and let my frustration take over me.

I called back the hospitals number and urged for them to let me talk to a researcher. they put me on a call with a busy one and through her fast paced talking all I received from it was, "Adult acute myeloid leukaemia is a cancer of the blood and bone marrow. This type of cancer usually gets worse quickly if it is not treated."

"This type of cancer usually gets worse quickly if it is not treated."

hyperventilating, I threw my phone against the comforter and sat on the floor with my head in my knees. weakness took over me as always.