A Broken Voice

A Broken Voice [Chapter 2]

[Chapter 2]

*** 5 Months Later ***

"Sweet heart, you've gotta wake up now..." I woke up with my mom's face very close to my own, not so sure where I was. All I could do was stare at the pale grey cieling that was above me. I was obiously lying down, and in a vomit green room, which made me feel uncomfortable. I tried turning my head from side to side, but it seemed stiff, which made it painful to move. I could hear my mom reassuring me and telling me not to twist and turn too much or else it would hurt me.

As I stared out of the window, still not so sure where I was, I caught the reflection of a man, in a white lab coat standing close the entrance of the room, with an emotionless expressionless on his face.

Then it hit me... I was at the hospital. I had been brought here last night in order to run some tests, and because of this the doctors thought it would be best for me to spend the night. Looking at his face, I wasn't sure whether or not it would be good news... I really hoped it would be!

About 5 months ago, I had been diagnosed with throat cancer. Apparently it wasn't advanced but the doctors had told me, that in order to guarantee my life, I would have to go through some intense chemo therapy, and maybe when the time came, an operation.

We had discovered it a couple of days after my last concert in L.A., when symptoms had started showing up and didn't seem to want to leave. My throat and ears had been hurting for quite some time, and for some reason, I had been losing a lot of weight, however the amount of food I seemed to force into myself. If it hadn't been for my mother, who seemed to worry about everything and took me to the doctors, I don't think we would have discovered it soon enough.

For the past couple of months, I had been going to the hospital almost twice a week, in order to get my chemo therapy, or just to meet up with my doctor. It really had been a hassel, and I hadn't enjoyed any of it. Unfortunately for me, my illness had gotten out to the press, and I had been all over the news, newspaper, and the magazines... Basically, the whole world knew about me and my best friend cancer. The attention was terrible, and all of my concerts were cancled, which was one of the most difficult things for me to accept.

Although, most of the time I stayed in my home, my best friends often came over to spend time with me. They would play music, giving me a chance to sing without needing to force myself, and then we would chill and stuff ourselves with Pepperonni Pizza! Mmmmm, how I loved those days!

My parents obviously wanted my attention, so I did what they said and opened my eyes wide showing them that there was no point in calling my name anymore.

I got the remote out from under my pillow and careful pressed the 'up' button, in order for the top part of my bed to rise so that I was in a sitting position. My mom kissed me on the forehead and handed me a plastic bag that seemed to be full of my favorite snacks. I smiled and kissed her back.

"You sleep okay?" She asked me, leaning over to look into my eyes. I quickly nodded and looked over to see my dad walk over to me and give me a really tight hug.

"You look great hon!" He said looking me over and pulling me into another hug. I smirked at what he had said and looked my self over. Jeeeezz, my dad always knew how to compliment me, even if I looked like a complete and utter disaster to the world. My dad let go of me and looked over towards the doctors who were now standing with nurses waiting for us to finish in order to change and clean the needles that they had shoved into my arm containing the medication. My dad made place for them and nodded saying that they could begin their work.