Love Story -- Joe Jonas

Love Story - Joe Jonas| Chapter One

CHAPTER ONE 

HOLD ON

Well, I don't want this to be some typical 'oh, my life sucks and I want to kill myself, blah, blah, blah' story, but every story has a start, a middle, and an end. And I am truly sad to say, that my start is sad. Now normally, I don't really ever let anyone know how I really feel. I always have a smile caked on my face to please those around me, because I don't feel like letting them have to worry about me. I hate when people have pity on me. It makes me feel weak.

Anyway, my story starts a week before Christmas. I found out weeks ago that my grandmother had diabetes, but it wasn't dangerous or anything. There wasn't anything to worry about. So, why not just focus on school and try to study for my finals, right? Exactly! But, unfortunately, as always, fate had other plans for me.

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I sat in my Spanish class, eyes eagerly darting to the clock. Soon enough, my mother would be here to pick me up so that we could go to Chicago and see my grandmother on my father's side. All I knew was that she was in the hospital, nothing big. There was a knock on the door and the security guard, Mrs. C, was there when Ms. Lopez opened the door. "Samantha, take your things," Ms. Lopez said. I already had my stuff packed, so I threw my bag over my shoulder and scurried out of the room and to the office, escorted by the female security guard. Though, all my eagerness evaporated when I spotted my mother in tears in the office.

"What happened?" I asked hesitantly as I thanked Mrs. C and left the building with my mom. She choked back the tears and shook her head, but I wasn't going to have it. If something happened to my grandmother, I don't know what I would do. She was a daily factor in my life, even when we moved to the suburbs. "Mom, what's going on? Tell me." She stopped and turned to me, eyes swimming in tears.

"It's your grandmother." She wiped her tears as she looked at me. She was really starting to freak me out. "She has cancer." She turned and walked to the car and hopped in. I followed quickly behind her, stunned. Cancer? How could she have cancer? She was just about the healthiest woman I knew, and she wasn't even that old! I felt my heart pound my ribs as I tried to control my breath, my eyes stinging. "Really?" I had to ask myself. Cancer? Of all things. I climbed into the back, seeing as my younger brother was up front. I placed my head against the window as students began to pile out of the school. I didn't care if they saw me, I began to cry.

My breath was jagged and I struggled for air, though I cried silently. In my head, I cursed God. I yelled at him, 'Why?! Why again!? What did she ever do to you!?' But I told myself, 'I'm not angry with God. I mean, I know that he's got a plan, but he's not taking her. He's not taking her without a fight.' And the whole hour drive to the city, I sat in the back, crying by myself. But why was it that every other chance I wasn't thinking of something to distract me 'She's going to die' kept popping into my head? Was it out of fear? Out of the fact that history does in fact repeat itself?

You see, this isn't the first time. This is the SECOND time this has happened. My grandmother from my mother's side was diagnosed with breast cancer and passed away three years ago. So you could see why I was so paranoid. I had calmed down by the time we entered the city, only because I allowed myself to space out, trying to ignore the fear that nibbled at my heart. But when the hospital was in view, I had to bite down on my lip just to make sure I didn't cry.

Cook County hospital.

The same hospital my other grandmother died in. The smell of hand sanitizer stung my nose as I made my way to the counter with my mom and brother. "We're here to see Amelia Crow," my mother said with a shaky voice. The woman behind the counter looked up at us and gave a soft smile.