January, 4th 2010
"No. No. NO!" My mother cried.
I stared into space in the cold, lifeless room, not believing a word that was being said. I was only fifteen. I had a full life ahead of me. It couldn't be.
"There must be some way you can help-"
"I'm sorry ma'am, we've done everything in our power to help her but it's not in our hands."
Dr. Geller's words sent a chill down my spine. As my feet hit the freezing ground, I ran out of the room not having a certain destination point to contain myself. I had never been one to show bare feelings. I heard someone trying to chase after me but they and I both knew it was no use. I felt a hard thud before I hit the ground.
"Sorry! I didn't see you! Are you okay?" Some guy said clumsily. He picked me up and brushed the dirt that wasn't there off my shoulders. He tried to look at me and I saw a glimpse of his concerned expression but I quickly covered my face.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I muttered quickly. I avoided eye contact and quickly darted towards the restroom]. For the next hour I sat in the hospital bathroom floor being consumed by my sobbing and harsh thoughts.
I have only 12 months to live. Is that enough?
