One Month

Last And Final Visit | 1

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Chapter 1:

"Scarlet?" A nurse dressed in all pink called out. "Right here!" my mom answered for me. I glared

at her, the last time I checked her name was Alina, not Scarlet. I got up from the pastel chair and

walked towards the nurse. "How are you feeling Scarlet?" She asked. "Scar, I go by Scar," I

corrected with a hiss. "Oh, sorry sweet heart," she said with a nervous chuckle. "Right this way,

you have Dr. Stane, you lucky duck!" she laughed. "Oh, lucky me." I sighed. I walked into the

small dark room, painted all gray and green it showed no light whatsoever. I would think the

painters would try to make it bright for all the depressed sick patients that stayed here but, nope

they didn't.

The doctor greeted me with a small half smile and an outstretched hand. "How do you feel today

Scarlet?" He asked. "Scar," the nurse whispered under her breath. "Oh sorry, Scar." He restated.

"Umm good I guess, well actually my head hurts a little more than last week but that's all."

"Good, good," he said while studying his papers. I couldn't think of how that was good. He

escorted me and my mom to the cat-scan room. "Now don't worry it'll only be a few pictures, it'll

be just 10 minutes under there. Would you like a magazine or book while you wait for your turn

He asked. "No thanks. I brought my phone." I said as I sat in yet another waiting room chair.

He looked confused and gestured towards the cat-scan. I sighed, I knew I was supposed to go in

the cat-scan but I thought he would understand if i sat on a normal seat for a bit since I was still

adjusting to all the lasers and hospital dresses. I walked over to the hospital bed, my mom came

over to give me a kiss, "you'll be fine I promise," she lied.

I laid down closing my eyes, the nurses undressed me and dressed me into a hospital gown. They

smiled at the doctor and he dismissed them. I tried to ignore my mom and the doctor gossiping

about my condition by thinking of Mark.

Oh he'll be so happy when I return to school tommorrow, he'll run and pick me up in his arms and kiss me and smear my lipstick and tell me," I don't care if your a bald I don't care if you die

tomorrow I will love you forever and always."

And at that moment I opened my eyes and I started to tear up and my mom ran over to me, "mom." I sniffed. "What happens if I die?" "Oh sweet heart you won't die,oh sweetie." She knelt down below me and put her arms around my waist and looked me in the eye. "I love you and I will never, do you hear me? Never let that happen." She told me sternly

I calmed down enough for the doctor to lay me down in the cat-scan and to close it up so he could examine my brain and take pictures. The vibrating of the bed slowly lulled me to sleep. Mark stood in front of me, holding up a mirror I looked into it and suddenly all my hair started to fall off , I started to scream, he yelled in horror. All the kids around us started laughing and pointing. "Make it stop" I told him "Make it stop, please" I screamed. There was no possible way that this dream could prepare me for what would happen next.

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I woke up with a jut. I was laying in a hospital bed with all the nurses surrounding me and my

mom by my side. "Are you okay sweet heart? You've been asleep for an hour and 15 minutes," she

told me. Only my mother would take note of that. I heaved a big sigh, laid back down and closed

my eyes, trying to get any memories from that dream pushed as far away as I could from my

happy bubble.

The doctor came in and motioned to my mom so they could "talk in private", they went into the

girls bathroom, not my idea of private since there was only a thin piece of plastic separating the

patient and whoever is using the bathroom.

I took this moment as a blessing and tried to imagine the last time I'd seen Mark, two weeks ago at prom, we were dancing and I had a sudden headache. I went home immediately, Mark insisted on it, and took a few pills. The pills not making me feel better, we went to the doctor, who gave us no help whatsoever and then we went to the emergency hospital and the e.n.t. doctor etc. ...the cancer specialist...and...well actually this is the part where I'm at right now, missing my 13th day of school, at the cancer specialist.*sigh*.

I overheard my mother and Dr. Stane talking, partly because my mother was yelling and

screaming at him, poor Dr. Stane. She burst through the door, her face was wrinkled

like she smelled something bad and her face was fiery red, there was black mascara smear lines

underneath her eyes, from all the crying, and a tissue box in her hand, she rushed over to hug me, now clearly confused and lost. "What's wrong" I asked, expecting just a migraine. My mom was now on the floor, pounding the floor with her fists and saying,"God is with us, God is with us.

The doctor turned towards me and asked me to come with him to the girls bathroom too, I

followed. "Hey Scar!" He said meekly, "we got back the pictures we took of your brain and body

and well you have fatalistic leukemia." He blurted out. "What?" I screamed in horror."What, no no

no, please no, NO! Stop it stop, your lying, I hate you, stop lying, stop it, STOP!" "I'm sorry

Scarlet, but it...it's true" he said

"And what does that mean?" I asked in a scream. "Scarlet Detwild, I'm sorry but you only have

one month to live."

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