Pushing Boundaries (One Direction FanFic)

Chapter 2

>Chapter 2<

"Mummy, why do I keep getting sick? I do not like it when I am sick," I said as my mum hoisted me on to the examining table.

"That is why we are here Lydia, to let the doctors figure out why you keep getting sick," she replied in a calm voice. My big grey eyes met her confident, reassuring ones. Immediately, sending a wave of calm over me.

"Can I have Mr. Fluffy please?"

My mum reached into her bag and rummaged around until she found him. A stuffed teddy bear emerged and she handed him to me. I wrapped my arms around the soft, plush bear and squeezed him. 

My little curls fell on to Mr. Fluffy's shoulders as I pulled him closer to my chest. His head was pressed just underneath my chin, as I burrowed my face into his head. Wafting in the familiar scents of home, escaping the fact I was in the hospital just for a moment.

I heard the door open, but did not dare look up to see who it was. I stayed with my head buried in Mr. Fluffy, my safe haven.

"Lydia honey, the nice doctor is here to see us," my mum said closely to my ear I could feel her warm breath tickle my ear.

Leaving the safety of Mr. Fluffy, I risked looking up at the tall man looking down on me, intimidating me. My eyes did not lock with his, but I could feel his piercing gaze on me making me very uncomfortable. I started squirming and my mum took my hand squeezing it reassuring that it would be alright.

She placed herself beside me on the examining table and I instinctively leaned into her side, shielding my face. She quietly hummed that familiar tune, my song that she has been singing to me ever since I was a baby. Two arms encircled around me, pulling me even closer to my mum so that my little thigh was pressed against hers.

"After all the testing, we have finally figured out what is the matter with Lydia. She is diabetic," the doctor said solemnly.

He kept rambling on about the topic, but my mind was focused on that one word. Too young to comprehend exactly what it meant, I was just entranced on that one word, it made me feel special. Different from all the other kids, but I did not understand the full extent of my condition.

My gaze looked up at the doctor for the first time, my mind still mesmerized on that one word. "I am not normal anymore, I am special now."

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I stirred awake, my eyes fluttering open. It was dark in the room, but I could still see I was in my room in the hospital, my jail cell. 

What a time to have that memory, it seems so ironic. I was in the hospital then and now because I was diabetic. That word, diabetic, had me mesmorized as a small child, but I never understood my condition. I was so innocent, only to have it stripped away at such a young age. Who knew that one word, could change your life completely.

The thought of the very word enraged me. Why did I have to be diabetic? There are so many people that suffer like me because of this condition. What would the difference if one less person was diabetic?

I had been diabetic for as long as I could remember, never knowing what it was like to be a normal child. Four daily insulin injections were put into me per day. One at each meal, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Then, one right before I go to bed.

Being diabetic was not something I liked to broadcast, I felt everyone would treat me differently if they knew about my condition. All any child wants to do is fit in, be equal. My childhood had been corrupted enough with my medical condition, I wanted to salvage anything I could to be as close to normal as possible.