Bound

Chapter 2 Cancerous

Maya

I blinked and groaned when I got to my locker.

The school day was over, and for the most part it sucked. Not to mention I just lost the lock to my locker.

The school was a pretty cheap school, and the lockers didn't have locks that were a part of the locker. Instead, they were individual locks. It sucked.

In all the years I've had a locker, today had to be the day I lost my lock.

"Maya!!!" I hear a voice call. I turn and almost fall over from the force of my best friend hugging me. Clara held my lower body in a tight hug. She was short, with bright blue eyes, freckles, short hair with one side shaved and a crazy personality to match. I hugged her back and tucked my short brown hair behind my ear.

"Dude! Someone took my lock." I complained as I search my locker. "I gotta get to the bus, I don't have time to look for it!" Clara pushed me aside and looked in my locker, before handing me my backpack. "You can put your backpack in my locker tomorrow." she offered. I nod rapidly. "Thanks, but I gotta go. Talk to you later." I said quickly, shutting my locker and grabbing my violin case. Making sure I had everything, I run towards the bus lanes.

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I get on the bus just in time and immediately sigh. There were no seats, which means I would have to sit with half my butt on the seat. I looked for the girls I usually sit with in this situation, and run over to the seat. Sitting down, I look at my phone and sigh again. The text read:

Gonna be late today, have radiation therapy.

Oh well. Pasta w/ meat sauce for dinner?

Yes. Alex has football, so dad is gonna pick him up. You mind being alone for a few more hours?

Nah, nothing I can't handle. Get well :). Love you <3

Love you too. <3

I sigh. My mom has cancer. Well, sort of. She had a tumor, but it was small. It was in the early stages and we were lucky, yet unlucky at the same time.

Cancer runs in the family. From my great-grandma to my grandma, and now my mom. My mom got it at an earlier age.

She had a mutation, which makes it four times more likely for her to get cancer again. The worst part? There's a fifty/fifty chance it'll get passed on to me or my brother, Alex.

Right now she's having radiation therapy, which'll last about six weeks. She can't drive afterwards, and she's always tired but she can never sleep.

Add to that the stress of school, my dad, and Collin.

"Who's Collin?" You may ask.

One of the main causes of my anxiety.

He's my ex-boyfriend. I can't talk to him anymore. Well, it's not like I can't. I just can't deal with the emotional pressure he puts on me.

I met him online, on some game. We hit it off and exchanged Skypes, which later led to us having a long distance relationship.

He lives in the U.K. I live in America. It was destined to fail. He was super depressed, he has no confidence in himself. He thinks he's ugly and fat. Guess who had to be there to cheer him up?

Me.

He never asked about me. Not once. He would complain to me about his problems, when mine were 2x worse. I ran out of things to say, I felt it was my duty to "help" him. He made me feel horrible. It took an emotional toll on me.

Humor was always a good way to hide the pain. Laughing and telling stupid jokes. No one knew. No one knew the inner struggle. I would smile and laugh, and have attitude when I needed it.

The bus lurched to a stop, and I snap out of my thoughts. Jumping up, I walk towards the front and get off. I usually walk home, but because of my father and Amy I can't.

When I get to my house, I open the door and drop all my stuff in a heap. I have homework, but I don't care at this moment. I launch myself at the couch and lay down. Turning on the T.V., I get comfortable.

Soon enough, I'm drifting off. The sound of the T.V. Gets quieter and quieter, until it's all silent.

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I wake up to the sound of the door opening. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I sit up. "Hello?"

"It's me" my brother sings as he walks through the door. I roll my eyes and jump off the couch. "How was school?"

"Fine." Alex says, giving a short answer as always. He hates his school, so his vagueness made me skeptical. I raise an eyebrow. "Something happened, am I right?"

"I don't want to talk about it." I sigh and give in, knowing he wont tell me whats wrong.

"Got any homework?" I say, remembering a project of my own due soon.

"Yep." he says, walking to his room and shutting the door. So much for a conversation.

"You have football tonight!" I call out before heading to my room to do my project, knowing if I don't do it now I'll never get it done.

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I finish the last word of my project and sigh in relief. It wasn't a particularly hard project, it was just stressful. I suddenly feel a waterfall of tears behind my eyes. Why was I crying? There was no reason to. Tears start to run down my face, and one almost hits a sheet of paper that is part of my project. I move it away, and sobs start to rack my body. Why am I crying? I gather the soft blanket on my bed and cry into it. Luckily my dad has already taken Alex to football. I am just starting to gather myself together when I hear my front door open, and my mom step in. I quickly wipe off my tears and and leave my room to go and see her.

"Hey." I said, walking into the kitchen.

"Hey, baby!" My mom answers in her usual greeting for me and my brother.

I give her a hug and created some small talk before retreating back to my room.

I sat on my bed, my computer sat next to me and I was on my phone, when I got a Skype notification. I sit my computer on my lap and check Skype. Sure enough, someone has messaged me.

What's up?

-Collin.

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And that was the second chapter :D. If you didn't read the description, you should know there are three different points of view. The chapters will go: Jake, Maya, and C.J. (Who you will meet in the next chapter.) and then back to Jake again. There are big plans for this book, so we hope you enjoyed this chapter.

~ Silver Crow