Make A Wish(One Direction Fanfiction)

4: Not Happening

CHAPTER 4

*mia's POV*

"Leukemia."

"Excuse me?"

"Your daughter Mia. Bone pain? Yes. Leukemia."

"Not possible! No! Dear God no, please."

What the heck? I thought as I woke up from a deep sleep. I kept my eyes closed and focused on listening to the two people in my room.

"I'm very sorry Mrs. Saffron. We're trying our best to help." I didn't recognize that voice.

"Yeah, well, try harder." That sassy tone? Definitley my mom. I opened my eyes slowly.

"Mom?" I whispered. "What happened?" The last thing I remember was going to the kitchen after making plans with Dylan.

"Mia, oh Mia I'm so sorry! Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you tell me?!" She cried.

"What are you talking about, mom? I tell you everything." It was true, I do tell her everything.

"Tell me Mia, have you been experiencing headaches? Aching bones? Fatigue?" I noticed who must have been the other voice when I first woke up; a doctor in a long white coat.

I thought about his question and shivered at how often I've experienced what ever symptoms he was naming.

"Yeah, I guess pretty often. Isn't it just like growing and hormones and stuff?" I asked, hoping my theory was correct.

The doctor gave me a pitiful smile.

"No, Mia, I'm afraid you have very bad case of leukemia." My eyes widened and I looked at my mom who had tears spilling out of her eyes. I'm dreaming. I have to be dreaming. This can't be happening... But it is. I am going to die, stolen from life by the dirty hands of cancer, just like my dad.

And then I fainted, for the second time that week.

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INSERT FIRST CHAPTER (Prologue) WHERE MIA'S MOM YELLS AT DOCTOR HERE!

Feel free to read it again or just keep reading, whatever floats your goat.

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*Still Mia's POV*

Leukemia. Huh. It's weird how quickly your like can change with just a few words. The first time my life changed, "sweetie, daddy is really sick. He may not feel better again. Pray for daddy." And now the second time. "You have a bad case of leukemia."

Bad? Was it necessary to add that one foreboding word? No. He would only say that if my life was at risk. If this cancer was fatal. I am going to die... Kidnapped from life. Gone. Poof. Just like my dad.

Surprisingly, I wasn't as sad as I expected. The only thing I dreaded was how hard this would be on my mom, Dylan, Amy, and the rest of my friends. Should I tell my friends? I need to tell amy, and probably Dylan. But I don't want everyone to know, I don't think.

I thought back to my late middle school and early high school years. Suicidal thoughts swam in my head all the time because I knew I wasn't good enough. Not smart enough, not pretty enough, not popular enough, not skinny enough. The two things that kept me from ending it all were the thought of what would happen to my mom if I died and my faith to the church. I knew very well that suicide doesn't help my way to Heaven, so why risk eternity of hell for just a lifetime of hell?

No, suicide was never a real option for me. What I thirsted for was a fatal disease. On bad nights, I found myself jealous of my dad, who got to leave this cruel world early. I used to think to myself, it should have been me. I wish it was me.

How ironic, right? I asked for a disease, and now I'm sitting here in this hospital bed, infected with leukemia. I'm going to die.

I am going to die.

No prom.

No friends.

No college.

I'm done, game over. Seriously? No. Fuck no. I have a long life to live. I overcame depression, anorexia, the death of my dad. You think I'm going to let cancer bring me down? Not happening .

I plugged in my earbuds to my iPod and thumbed the screen to reach my one direction playlist, once again. I closed my eyes and sighed, letting their angelic voices fill my mind.

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I'm all out of faith

This is how I feel

I'm cold and I am shamed

Lying broken on the floor

Illusion never changed

Into something real

I'm wide awake and I can see

The perfect sky is torn

You're a little late

I'm already torn