Cancer had its grip, tight like a iron fist. Always there like a haunting nightmare never leaving like a unwanted breeze.
It had been three years since the family had found out, three years of pain, illness and feeling trapped.
Since the age of 14 there had been hospital appointments, chemotherapy sessions and constantly feeling ill.
1095 days of hair loss, feeling self-conscious and depending on family.
He wasn't sure he could take much more of it. He had contemplated suicide and running away only to be founded out and sent to a counciler for the thoughts and to have been met with more worried glances.
He felt trapped and like he was wrapped in cotton wool and bubble wrap.
Not being able to live like a actual teenage boy.
He had never had a proper girlfriend.
He had never had a proper first kiss.
He had never been to a party.
He had never snuck out in the middle of the night.
But he had battled cancer once and battled it hard and won.
He had made friends.
He had survived up until this very moment.
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