Months pass. My bump gets bigger, I drop out of school. The cuts get deeper. I take pills put of my hiding place. The depression gets worse. My cancer spreads. My hair's still gone. The tears roll every night now. I sleep more. I burn myself now. They try to help me, but it's no use. I really hate myself. No medication can help me now. It gets worse by the second.
Through all this pain, Emily Grace is fine. She visits me every night. She listens to me. She hears me cry.
Niall tries to help me through the depression but it doesn't work. It's worse now. I get anxiety attacks all the time. Some nights it gets so bad I sneak a bottle or two of vodka. It eases my mind away, and I like the burning when it trickles down my throat. I know I'll die before this baby gets out of me because of the way I treat myself. The way I take more pills then I need to and knock my self out. The vodka. The blood. The cancer.
Through all the thinking, my doctor comes in.
"I already know its spreading and it's in my bones. I don't care. I want this to end." I say. She eyes me, teary eyed by my words. Suddenly, I get anxiety. My breaths are small and quick. I struggle for air. My lungs tighten. I feel a hand on my shoulder.
And then I'm comatose, peacefully.
^*sorry it's short I'm trying to update my stories*^
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Die In Your Arms
FanficI'm Alexa Tanner, a 16 year old girl with adenocarcinoma (most common stomach cancer). I love One Direction and my best friend giving me One Direction tickets would change my life...forever.
