The Dancer and the Fighter

Chapter 2

Arizona POV

I'm tired. Of everything. Of life, of being in this bed, of being helpless,of having cancer. Why was I cursed with cancer? Why was I affected? Does God not love me or something? (A/N: Please don't take it to heart if your Christian, I am too, it's just for the story). It feels like Arielle is destined for greatness, being a ballerina and all. Then there's me. Some teen who lost her hair from chemo, managed to get it back,some girl who's spent her entire life so far in a hospital bed, so girl in pain, some girl who could just give up on life.

I turned to my side looking at my heart beat. Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep. IT'S SO ANNOYING!!!! I've listened to it all my life. It's like my ringtone.

It hurts after a while. Realisation setting in that I can't be like every other average girl, I haven't been to school all my life. Never had a boyfriend, not that anyone would want to have dinner dates in a hospital and be sent out by 9:00pm. Never been to a party, a concert, clubbing, dancing, kareoke, pubs, city centre. Shopping. Not once in my life, have I ever been shopping, in the same disgusting robe that exposes my back half, not that anyone would want to see that part. except from you perverts. RAPE!!!!!!! Hehe you are so funny! Wow. I've stooped down to the level of talking to myself. You should shut up now. Don't you tell me to shut up. Bitch, it's about to go down, ratchet style. Wow. Really Arizona? Ratchet fighting with yourself. God bless you. I'm already blessed, I don't need to be blessed twice. What's wrong with being blessed twice? Well-

"Hello!!!!!!!!!!" the random boy at the door said.

How long has he been there?

"About 2 minutes, trying to say hello to you." He said again.

A blush came to my cheeks and I used my hair to sheild my face from embarassment. "Oh." That was all I could say.

"You looked very deep in thought. Should I come back later?" the guy with the sexylicious, full pink lips, maryland biscuit coloured hair, tan skin, fine abs through his hospital gown, chocolate eyes, shamazing, sexy deep voice, spoke again.

"No, no. It's ok. Come into my domain mystery boy" I said to save myself from the embarassment of calling him the guy with the sexylicious, full pink lips, maryland biscuit coloured hair, tan ski- You get the idea.

"Mystery boy?" the guy with the sexylicious, full pink li-oh my. I need to come up with a shorter name.

"Well I haven't seen you round here before and trust me I know everyone. What's your name?" I asked

"The name's Bradshaw. Luke Bradshaw. What about you?" he said in a James Bond way.

"Oh, well I'm Butera. Arizona Butera"I replied, imitating him.

"Isn't that an Itali-" Luke started but got interuppted.

"An Italian surname? Yes. Well I guess it's mine turn. It's Butera. Arielle Butera. And this Butera thinks it's time for you to leave." Arielle finished.

"Oh. Well, see you around Arielle. You too, Arizona" Luke said, winking at me.

"Yes you will." I mumbled as he was walking to the exit of my room, only to be stopped by the one and only Arielle.

"Don't hurt her." She said with a fire in her eyes as they bore into his soul.

He nodded quickly and scurried out the room.

"Luke seems like a nice person. Please don't scare him off, he's the only boy who looked at me in 'the way'" I pleaded my twin.

"Luke? His name is Luke? I thought his name was the guy with the sexylicious, full pink lips, maryland biscuit coloured hair, tan skin, fine abs through his hospital gown, chocolate eyes, shamazing, sexy deep voice?" Arielle said laughing.