Wasted Time

Chapter 10

PAISLEY

I burst into laughter unknowingly (the result of the new information being brought to light).

"Why are you laughing?" My grandmother asks unamused.

"It's all just very funny. This whole thing is just all one big funny story; the cancer, my mother dying, now me dying sooner than I thought," I let out a loud chuckle as my grandmother sits there looking bewildered.

I laugh even louder. Oh goodness this is too good, I swear my whole life is based on a soap opera. So filled with drama! While everyone around me has cried their hearts out, I haven't even let one tear drop.

"Paisley it's okay, you can go to support group," she suggests.

I try my best to suppress my laughter but I failed miserably. I burst into another round of laughter while I'm tightly clutching my stomach.

"You'll be fine, you're just in denial right now," she tells me and I stop laughing straightaway.

This time, I try my best to prevent laughter from escaping my lips. I bite on my tongue hard so the pain can dominate the feeling of wanting to erupt of laughter. I most likely looked constipated, but even an idiot would know that this was not a time to be laughing but I couldn't help it.

It took a few seconds and each second got me biting harder on my tongue (It's probably bleeding right now) but when I regained normality, I manage to think up a few things to say to my grandmother.

"I don't need support group and I'm not in denial. I know I'm dying and in two months to be exact. I'm completely fine, I just really don't think it's worth crying over. It's really funny when you really look at the facts," I say carelessly.

She's giving me a look that screams pity and sympathy which only infuriates me even further.

"Okay I believe you," she says in a non-believable way.

"No you don't."

She breathes out a sigh of exhaustion. "Okay I don't, I just don't understand why you're laughing about this! Pais you're dying in two months, you're leaving us!"

Another round of hysterical crying takes over her trembling body.

I inhale and exhale short breaths as I reach out to my grandmother. I try my best to console her but it's a hard thing to do when all I want is to do is laugh. I pat her on the back and tell her it's going to be okay. Quite ironic actually; that I'm comforting a person who is crying about me, while I'm here laughing about everything that's causing the tears that are pooling around her eyes.

"I'm sorry Paisley, I'm sorry that I couldn't have done anything about it," she breathes out.

"It's really okay, I don't think it's a big deal. I was going to die anyway. It's just speeding up the process," I say nonchalantly.

I'm really bad at this whole comforting people thing.

"I don't think you realize how serious this situation really is," she scolds. "Your grandfather is having troubles breathing right now because he's blaming himself for what's happening to you."

I scrunch up my face in confusion. "Grandpa is here?"

"Of course he is! So is Jake and Eliza," she says softly.

Wait a second, did I hear her correctly?

How the hell did they even get in here?

Isn't it only family and friends allowed?

I swear I will sue this hospital before I die!

My eyes widen in fear as panic rises within me. "What?!"