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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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One Month
Teen FictionWhen 18 year old Scarlet Detwild gets diagnosed with fatalistic leukemia, she only has one month to live, she is determined to make her life count and to do all of the things she's ever wanted to do. But when her boyfriend insists that she's fine an...