Ethereal | TRADLEY

CHAPTER 1: "I was born normal"

WINTER.

Brad

I was born normal, but when my memory started to develop and my body started to grow, my brain has already a plan to destroy itself. My hobbit figure, pale skin, glass bones, anhydrous lips are all side effects of my brain cancer. Everyday, apart from being at school, trying to be a normal student, I lie in my bed in my agony of my illness. My mum wants me to be normal, to reach my dreams, but it's not going to happen with my disease. Every night, before my pain attacks, I pray to God that he would spare my soul from the deep sleep of death, hoping that I would see the sun rise again.

Symptoms of my cancer started to show up when I was only 15 years old. Did I tell that I am now 17 years of age with grade II of brain cancer? It all started with a simple ache in my head. I thought it is only just an effect of stress and school, but it is something deeper than an abyss. My vision started to become blurry as my sight starts to become dizzy everytime I feel pain in my head. Mr. Clifford, my neurologist said I am lucky enough that my cancer was detected early. I would like to contradict his belief. Knowing you have a developing mass of tumour in your brain is not lucky, it is shit. He said that my condition can be prevented, that I will be cured... But everytime my pain attacks put me into sleep and my mum would rush me into the emergency room, I am truly losing hope. Grade II? It isn't that bad is it? Despite of my condition, I want to become a pilot someday, so that I can reach the heavenly skies. But due to my condition and medical bills, I cannot afford that dream of mine. Instead, here I am, in an old colorless boring classroom sitting on desk in a cold and winter afternoon. I am Bradley Will Simpson, 17 and I have brain cancer.

Tris

I hate my life. I hate my dad. I hate how he hurts mum. I hate when I have to suffer to all of his irresponsible doings and to his' and mum's marriage. I feel like my whole chest is eating my system. My head is suddenly filled with loathe, anger and sadness. I hate how we have to move to another city, to start a life all over again. "It will be okay Tristan, we'll try to forget all the pain he caused us." My mum told me as she sobs on my shoulders. I hate seeing my mother cry, especially if it caused by a worthless monster like my dad. Maybe I inherited his tall height, his paper white skin, his blonde hair, but I am sure of one thing. I did not inherit his cold hearted, negligent and abusive heart.

I was a product of mistake. My father cheated on his fiancèe and got my mum pregnant. He was about to marry a daugther of a rich business owners by an arranged marriage. It's more like a deal, he marries their daughter and both families get richer. Did I say my grandparents are selfish? They want nothing more aside from money. That is why my dad was arranged into a marriage, to make theirselves more rich. I am an unwanted baby. My grandparents from my dad's side hates me, they think that I destroyed the marriage or should I say "business partnership" of my dad and that daughter of the rich business owners. My dad hates my mum for giving birth to me, and my dad hates me for being alive. Because of me, my father was left nothing of his wealth. He used to be rich, but because of me, my grandparents took away all of his money and power. They abandoned and left him with me and my mum.

We used to live in a small, old and rusty apartment. My mum would wash the dishes on a diner to provide our financial needs and my dad would sit his lazy ass all day drinking beer. Once the alcohol invades his mind, he starts abusing my mum. Punching her like a punching bag, strangling her like a stuffed toy. On the other hand, I have to study hard for me and my mum. Apart from all of I mentioned, that's basically my life for about 18 years. Except the part when my mum finally had enough and snapped herself from reality and left my father alone, flooding himself with intoxicated beverage and moving to a new city, trying to live a new and better life. I walk into an old colorless classroom on a winter afternoon as a part of my new life. I casually introduced myself since the teacher asked me to. "Hi, I am Tristan Oliver Vance Evans."

HI GUYS!! So this is my first time writing a Tradley fanfic here on Wattpad. As you can read, the story is a drama/romance. I hope you all like it! Dont forget to comment your opinions and reactions here! :) you can also tweet me @vampsmanila thanks!