*Lila
I walked into the hospital, breathing in the sickening scent of disinfectant. As I made my way down the hall toward the chemo room, I felt eyes on the back of my head. I stopped and turned around only to see a vacant hallway behind me. No one had gone into another room; I would've heard the door..
I shrugged and continued making my way down the long hallway. More recently I've been getting the feeling I'm being watched or followed, but every time I look nobody is there..
I checked in with the nurse in the chemo room. She directed me to a chair and told me someone would be right with me in her annoying, fake-happy voice.
After about five minutes of waiting, the doctor finally made his way over to me. As he looked for a vein to put my IV in (not that they weren't easy to see), he attempted to make small talk with me. Though I replied, I didn't feel very talkative. Then again, I never do.
The doctor found a good vein and stuck the IV in. I winced, but I was grateful the pain was there. It seems to be the only thing I can feel and have felt in a long time..
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad for the pain, but I would never go so far as to inflict it upon myself. That would be pointless. Why hurt myself when the cancer is already doing it for me? Besides, if I mutilated myself, it wouldn't be for the pain or attention like most whiney little schoolgirls nowadays. I would be doing it so that I wouldn't have to continue standing in the valley of shadows and death, waiting for an inevitable end, but I suppose at this point I've grown so used to waiting that it just doesn't bother me anymore.
I sat back in my chair and relaxed, knowing it would be awhile. I closed my eyes and contemplated dozing off. As I did, I felt a soft caress on my left hand.
My eyes shot wide open. I looked to my left. There was no one there.
Out of the corner of my eye, however, I could've sworn I'd seen someone's shadow moving at what seemed an impossible speed for human legs.
That seems to be happening a lot now too..
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As You Are
Novela JuvenilLila Feather is a 17 year old girl with cancer. She has been standing in the valley of death for a very long time and she cannot wait for death to take her. Little did she know, death watches over her quite frequently.