Make a Wish

Chapter 2

I lay in bed and stare at the now blackened ceiling.

I can't believe I basically stole a girls dying wish... I didn't really steal it though, the Make a Wish Foundation messed it up...

I have to constantly remind myself not to be mad at them, they have given me an amazing opportunity, it's more than I could even ask for... Except for not dying...

I just wish that I wasn't going to be meeting the most obnoxious people on the planet in less than six hours...

I don't even want to fly all the way out to LA to meet them. I have to bring an oxygen tank with me, an extra pint of blood, and my doctor has to come on the trip with me. It's just so unnecessary, all this trouble when I don't even want to meet them. But it's too late to cancel, they've already paid for the trip and it is in less than six hours.

I seriously need to go to sleep but my brain won't shut off.

I bring my hands up to my face, covering it. I let my hands slip off my face and once again I'm left staring at the blackened ceiling.

I swing my feet over the side of my bed and trudge over to my suitcase. I kneel next to it and unzip it, trying to be very quiet because its midnight. I blindly search for my camera. My fingers close around something that feels like a lense. I search for the body of the camera and feel my hands close around it. I push random buttons attempting to turn on the camera in this pitch black room. The screen lights up and I feel a smile play across my face.

I walk back over to my bed and curl up into my blankets.

The only thing that helps me when I can't sleep is looking through my pictures. I know it's weird but it really helps...

I start at the very beginning of all my photos. I begin to giggle at how bad I was a photography early on. All the pictures are blurry, and of random things like... The grass?

I immediately feel a pain in my chest as I come across a picture of my dad. It's from my 15th birthday... The last birthday that he was... Alive.

My eyes scan the picture and land on the oxygen tank positioned next to him.

' cнeмo doeѕn'т alwayѕ worĸ', My subconscious throws in. Chemo didn't work for him... I wonder if it will work for me... But he had a completely different kind of cancer than me.

Obviously looking through these pictures wasn't a good idea. I can't stop thinking about my dad now... And that's usually a recipe for a sleepless night.

I turn off the camera and walk back over to the suitcase, tossing it inside.

I try to walk back to my bed, but instead I end up falling to the floor, in a big blubbering mess.

This usually happens when I think of my dad, he was a big part of my life... And when he died... My whole world fell apart. I mean, I guess that's how it is for everyone when someone close to them dies.

I just wish he was here... About to go on the trip with me. He would probably tell all of those obnoxious boys that they need to stay away from me.

I laugh at the thought of my dad threatening them, attempting to make a serious face but looking ridiculous in the attempt. My mom always says it's better to remember the happy moments rather than the sad ones.

I sigh and pick myself up off the floor, plopping into my bed and pulling the covers up to my chin.

Now I'm staring at the wall. Focusing very hard on not thinking about my dad, which is just causing me to think about him more.

I let out a huge sigh and roll over, once again staring at the ceiling.

My thoughts are all over the place, one minute I'm thinking about my dad, and the next I'm thinking about those obnoxious boys I'm going to be meeting.

I have to keep reminding myself that they might not be that bad... How many of them are there anyway? Two? I don't even know... That's exactly why I shouldn't be meeting them! But my mom thinks I should, so I'm doing this for her...

Maybe she's a secret fan?

" Ugh!" I groan, slamming my hands up to cover my face. I need some sleeping pills or something...