The colorblind

Day 1- The Meadow

I woke up by the sound of a manly voice. I slowly opened my eyes. My father was talking to my mother. They were both crying their eyes out.

-What's the matter?, I asked in a faint voice.

My mom turned around suddenly and looked at me with pity.

-What's the matter?, I repeated.

-My baby, my girl!, she sobbed. 

She then started crying even more. She ran to my bed and hugged me, her tears moisteningmy hair. I knew she wouldn't be able to answer me so I turned to my dad and gave him an interrogative eyes.

-Dad?, I asked.

-I...I,...I'm so, so...sorry, he cried. Tears were falling down his bearded chin.

-Explain! For God's sake!, I said impatiently.

No answer.

I jumped out of my bed. My parents observed me surprised.

-What is happening?, I asked again.

-The... the... the doctor said that the... started my mother.

-The tumor's growth accelerated, continued my father. He says you have approximately... and he broke down in cries.

-One week. If you're lucky, finished my mom. One single week. You won't even turn 18! My poor baby girl.

They both started crying, spooning together on the floor. I already knew I didn't have much time left, but I wasn't expecting 1 week. I was expecting at least 5 years!

-It's done, I thought. It's done for me. Definetly. I won't have my dream house, nor my dream job, nor my perfect family. Even since I was 11 years old, I knew I wanted 3 children. I won't even have one. My life is done. It seems impossible that I will probably be gone by the end of the week. It seems so far in time, but so soon, at the same time. So soon.

I couldn't stand this. I couldn't stand looking at my parents cry as if it was them who were going to die. I needed to get out. Go away. Be anywhere but there.

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When I woke up, I was really excited. I had met someone I really liked and I was looking forward to seeing her again. So, I had brushed my teeth after I got up and headed to the cafeteria. I had planned on getting breakfast for her and bringing it into her room, so that we could eat together.

I knew she had a sweet tooth so I chose orange juice, fluffy pancakes with a big heap of strawberries and maple syrup and a passion fruit yogourt. I also picked an apple, for me.

I started walking towards her room, but, when I got in front of her door...

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He was there, right at my door. He seemed pretty stunned by the scene he was seeing. And I can't blame him. My parents were lying on the floor, crying their eyes out, I was dying on the inside, literally (but that he didn't know) and I was escaping from there.

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-What is happening? Why were you running out?, I had asked innocently.

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I didn't want him to know I was about to die. I didn't want him to see me as weak. I didn't want him to get hurt when it would happen. I thought the best thing to do was to cut him off right away, that way, none of us would get hurt, permanently, at least.

-Listen, I said, I don't need you, and I never asked for you! Ok? So, just, get out of my life. 

Tears were blurring my vision and sliding on my cheeks. I wiped them off. He wasn't moving. He just stood there, with the most heart-breaking look on his face.