My Heart's Mistake (Harry Styles)

Chapter 3 «

"Do you think she'll find out?" Someone whispered in the distance. I could barely hear it due to the heart monitor thingy.

"If we don't make it suspicious, she won't. But we'll have to tell her sometime." I recognize that voice. It was my uncle. What are they hiding from me?

"I don't think she'll take it correctly." Aunt Emma answered with a worried tone. What is  going on?

"I don't either, but we just have to wait to tell her... Not yet." Something was totally  wrong. They're not those kind of people that hide away things from me. I opened my eyes and my aunt's eyes went wide.

"Did you hear what we were talking about?" She asked nervously. I nodded.

"Tell me! You don't have to hide anything." I said in a pleading tone. She looked at her husband, who nodded. Then she looked at me.

"You have Coronary artery disease." I could see the pain in her eyes just by saying it. Coronary artery disease is what my mom died from. Her heart problem was that.

 "N-o-o, I can't." A few tears shed down my cheek, I was going to die. Sooner or later. I knew it.

I was sobbing so hard my chest began to hurt, but it wasn't the ace I had at the restaurant, this was one where I could hear my heart beat faster. As if everything around me stopped. My heart is going to stop, and I'll die. Forever. 

"C'mere." Uncle Kyle motioned to his arms. I cried and cried. I was so hopeless, my mom died from this, I'm gong to die of this. I can't help but wonder how much I have to live.

"I brought you your laptop.." Aunt Emma hadn't been speaking since now, she was probably in shock as well as I am.

"Thank you." I smiled kindly at her. I grabbed it from her soft hands and turned it on.

"What are we going to do!?" A voice from outside the bedroom screamed. "I don't have an idea Louis, meanwhile, why don't you head out for a bit? Get your head out of this mess." Another voice. I spotted a British accent in both of them.

I shrugged it off and typed my password in to my laptop.

"I'm going to the house to shower, are you okay by yourself? Your uncle needs to head over to work." Aunt Emma asked trying her best to smile. I could see she was faking it, I would've done the same. I was so confused at the moment, I needed something to cheer up my hopes. I have to be strong, for my mom and my brother.

My brother also died that tragical day. Unlike my mom, he didn't have a heart disease. My mom was pregnant of my step-father. She was giving birth when all of the sudden, her heart couldn't resist it. My brother died too because his heart wasn't formed correctly. It seems as if everyone I love dies from heart conditions.

I nodded in agreement. The least thing I need is my aunt to worry too much right now. Her panic-attack was enough for me to figure that I give them too many problems. They stepped out of the hospital room and I decided I needed to do some research. Maybe that'll tell me how much I have left to live.

I opened up the Google tab and searched Coronary artery disease. It took about five seconds to load. I opened the first option which was Wikipedia. It read;

Coronary artery disease (CAD; also atherosclerotic heart disease) is the most common type of heart disease and cause of heart attacks.[1] The disease is caused by plaque building up along the inner walls of the arteries of the heart, which narrows the arteries and restricts blood flow to the heart. It is the leading cause of death worldwide.[1]

While the symptoms and signs of coronary artery disease are noted in the advanced state of disease, most individuals with coronary artery disease show no evidence of disease for decades as the disease progresses before the first onset of symptoms, often a "sudden"heart attack, finally arises. After decades of progression, some of these atheromatous plaques may rupture and (along with the activation of the blood clotting system) start limiting blood flow to the heart muscle.

I sighed loudly. I have the same symptoms, it's all true. I'm going to die. I tried to maintain my posture while I read all of this words, it's hard...

After about ten minutes of researching, I gave up on any hope to find information about having a cure. There isn't, except a surgery. But I doubt the surgery will work, it never did with my mom.

I just can't believe my life is going to end like that. I'm not even old enough to drink, I will never drink in my life. If I have my mom's luck, I'll live for another five years. And as I thought about all the things I haven't done, more and more tears fall. 

Mommy, if you're listening to me... Please, help me. I need answers of what to do! I don't want to die without having the best time of my life, as you have told me, I need to enjoy the roller coaster that is life.

I closed my eyes as more tears fell loosely. I often talked to my mom like this, I prayed to  her at night to make my life better everyday. And she did, I felt as if she was still with me when I did that. As if none of this had happened, I smiled remembering all the good times I had with my mother;

"Rachel! Will you like some ice cream?" It was my birthday, my mom and I decided than instead of having a huge party, we will have some daughter-mother time all day long. Right now we were at the park about six blocks away from home.

"No mom!"

"Come here then!" She opened her arms for me to reach and hug her. I hugged her tightly, she let go of me and whispered in my ear "I have something to tell you baby."

I turned to her and raised my eyebrow like I always do. "You're having a baby brother or sister!" I jumped up in happiness. I've always wanted someone to play with, someone I could talk to that wasn't my friend, I wanted a sibling of my own blood. And I was finally going to have one.

More and more tears fell, why do I have to be so weak when I have to be the strongest. I feel so alone.