Bullied by them

Chapter 7: Hospital

Erin's point of view:

The doctor came in telling me it was time to go to the support group, downstairs that my father signed me up for.

I slowly got up, flattening down the hospital gown that I had on before slipping on sandals. The doctor helped me walk to the elevator with the IV stand. As soon as we got into the elevator, she pressed 1, sending us to the first floor. She lead me into a small room with a blue carpet laid on the floor with chairs circled around it, I looked around at the people in the room, most of them were my age, but one girl stood out the most to me. She was tiny, pale and was wearing a red bandana around her head, I frowned a bit, it was obvious how sick she was but she still smiled at me, patting the seat next to her. I made my way over to the seat next to her and sat down.

Soon the room filled with people. A few minutes later, a girl with long brown hair, walked in sitting on the middle of the rug.
She started saying things that I couldn't quite comprehend. Everyone mumbled it after her, I looked around the room awkwardly, until they stopped speaking.
Afterwards she told everyone to share their story, the girl sitting beside me stood up.
She nervously bit her lip before speaking.

"U-Uhm well my names Denise" she smiled nervously.

"How old are you ,sweetheart?* The lady in the middle of the carpet spoke, Smiling at her.

" I'm eleven.." Denise said nervously.

"And why are you here?"

"A few months ago I was diagnosed with brain cancer."
I frown to myself, looking at her.

"Would you mind telling us your story?"

" Well The doctor said I only have 135 days to live. When I was around 2 my parents noticed a deviation in my right eye, the brought me to an ophthalmologist" she said pronouncing the word ophthalmologist wrong. " The treatment just made it worse. I had a brain tumor behind my eye, along my op-tic g-glioma. I had started a chemotherapy treatment to reduce the tumor growth. None of it seems to be working." She said frowning a bit. "I've been using the treatment for 4 years, which makes it harder to treat it. My vision just gets worse everyday. Mommy and daddy always tell me to just let go. They say I'm not gonna make it through this." She said tearing up a bit." But I can't give up, I've gotten too far."

The girl on the rug frowned,
"You'll be in my prayers, darling."
After that she said something else to lighten up the situation. Which I didn't exactly catch.
A few moments later she spoke up,
"Hmm so who's next? " she said looking around. "How about you?" She said pointing at me.
"Um sure" I spoke up, standing up, fixing my dress. "My names Erin. I've been bullied ever since I could remember, I just never seemed to fit in. No matter how hard I tried. I've just never been enough, for anyone. Not even my parents. They may not have physically abused me, but they mentally abused me. And that's the worst. The feeling that you're not enough. It just sucks. It hurts to breathe. I'm here because I got done with everything, I was tired of people bringing me down and being assholes, I didn't want to live anymore. So I tried to kill myself. Being alone is way too much to face, they all said I was so strong, but I know I'm not. I'm honestly not. I have always told myself I could do this, I thought I would be just fine. But I'm not fucking fine and it'll never be. It's all just fucking too much. They say it gets better, but when? It all just gets worse. Everyday. I hardly eat anything because of how many times I have gotten called fat. They say I'm ugly, so I wear makeup. I try so Fucking hard to fit in, but I never will. I'm not sure if I want to anymore. They are just a bunch of assholes . I have scars all over my body, I don't see how anyone could ever love me or fall in love with me. I don't even like me, why would anyone else?" I said sighing, "but you know, like Denise said, I've fought too long to give it all up now." I finished as everyone just stared at me, I blushes my hair falling in my face before sitting down.

It continued like that for another hour before everyone started head back to their rooms. I attempted to get up before Denise grabbed my arm stopping me. I looked down at her and she smiled. 

"Everything will be okay, Erin. Trust me." She said smiling. "You're story was really sad, I'm sorry you had to go through all of that. Under all the darkness there's some light. "

" I'm sorry you have to go through what you are going through. You're so young. Maybe you'll live passed what they said, just hope and pray. I know you can make it through this. You're a strong little girl. "

" I know. Just don't give up. Be glad you have a working functioning body. Imagine how many people wish they could have a normal life like you, you have a regular heart beat, you're not nearly blind, it's not the people that tell you to cut, it's yourself. You're not alone. I promise. "

I stand there speechless before nodding.

"Yeah. Thanks..."

"You're welcome. I'll see you around Erin." She said smiling before leaving.
I just sat there thinking about what she said.

After around twenty minutes, I got up and walked back to my room.