Pierce Your Heart (Jealousy book 3)

Chapter 8 : Feathers

Destiny

I sit on the bathroom floor, head hunched over the toilet, throwing up what I hope is the last of the Shrimp Alfredo Brandon made me for dinner today.
It's my favorite food in this whole world,

I can't keep anything down and its killing me...

"Baby!" I hear him, finally getting to the bathroom.

I look up to see him, at the door, panting from the running.

His face pales as he looks down at me with sadness in his eyes.
Walking over he takes a scrunchy off the sink and stands behind me, heaping my hair in his hand and catching it in a pony tail.

He nervously rubs my back as I try to catch my breath.
My body trembles and my eyes feel heavy in my head.

Fucking chemo makes you feel like shit!

"I can't take this!" I growl.

"Shh, shh, you got this baby, you do." He says soothingly, kissing the top of my head, while he's on his knees beside me on the floor.

"No, I don't, I've lost fifty pounds Brandon!" I growl, only to be hunched over the toilet again, vomiting nothing !
Catching back my composure I rest my head on thr toilet seat.

His eyes look longingly at me, as he realizes he can't help me...
He just cant.

Raking my fingers through my hair, a huge clump get left back in my hands.
I look at the ball off curls in my hand and I couldn't hold back the tears. I'm falling apart.
I'm literally falling apart.

"We can't stop this."I whisper looking at the hair in my hand.He looks at me terrified, and sorrowful. "I'm dying.I'm withering away like old feathers or an ancient corps in the wind and I can't slow it down, or stop it-"

"What did I say about talking like that Destiny? "He warns me.

I roll my eyes and flush the toilet, prompting my self weakly to my feet.

He tries to help but I succeed on my own.

I walk towards the bathroom sink where I stare at my reflect.
My eyes look like they have been shove back into my skull and arw surrounded by a black mass.My cheeks are indented like a chronic smoker's. My lips are dry, my hair is thin and every where is skinny.Im a corps!

I look at the clump of hair in my hand for a nano second before throwin in angrily in the trash!

Brandon stands behind me silently. Both hands in his front pockets and anxiety all over his face.

"Baby you have to go for your second round today." He sighs. "I know you said you're not doing this anymore, but ammo need you to reconsider. "

Turning to face him, I'm immediately angered.

"This is going to be my fourth chemotherapy appointment Brandon. "I say. "After four times, do you really think this cancer gives a shit? "

"It doesn't matter baby, you can't give up, you can't just let it win like that!"

"Yea."I scoff," You say that after four rounds of chemo, when your vomiting stomach acid because all the food and fluid are already down the drain, you're weak and thin and going fucking balled!"I cry out.

"It's horrible baby!" He yells. " I see that, I see you everyday, suffering and it absolutely kills me, you know that! -but it's better than seeing you in a damn casket!"

"Well I disagree!"I tell, "At this fucking point I should just die!- all this frickin pain-"

"Take that back!" He warns me, his face a pale rock of seriousness.