The Bucket List (a 1D fanfic)

I'm Arabelle Mason, and I have many dreams in life.

They are all on my bucket list, all 687 of them.

Things such as:

1. Skydiving

2. Swim in a pool of jello

3. Go to Vegas with some friends

4. Meet One Direction

I plan to accomplish these and many more, as soon as I am out of this hospital.

Yes, I am in the hospital with neuroblastoma, a harsh childhood cancer. I've been fighting neuroblastoma since I was three, and here I am now, age sixteen and still battling. It hurts, and it is very hard. I've considered giving up alot, especially since I've tried over 50 treatments and nothing is curing me.

I've seen many cancer patients be declared cancer free, and I am happy for them but it is depressing, knowing it will probably never be you.

"Belle? Its time for some chemotherapy" said my doctor, Dr. Lindstrom, smiling sympathetically at me. I love Dr. Lindstrom, shes been my doctor ever since the horrible diagnosis. I grab my iPhone, charger, laptop and baby blanket. I still carry my baby blanket around because it was the last thing my father had touched of mine before he died.

*FLASHBACK*

I was in my mothers arms, listening to her cry. I was only two years old, and my father was dying of neuroblastoma. Seeing him hooked up to so many machines and IV drips frightened me, little had I known that that would be me someday, six months later.

My father suddenly shot up, suprising everyone because of how weak he was. He grabbed my mothers hand.

"Aria, I will always love you. No matter what happens please continue to take care of our Arabelle. She is my pride and joy, and she will hold our bond forever, long after I am gone" he rasped, looking into my mothers deep crystal blue eyes. She nodded, sobbing. My father kissed her hand, then grabbed me and shakily cradled me in his arms.

"I will always love you, Ara." He rasped, kissing me. He handed me back to my mother, breathing his last breath.

*END*

I shuddered, I hate thinking about that. My diagnosis with exactly six months and eight days after my father died, and my mother nearly killed herself. It was horrible. She went to rehab and many support groups, and is ok now, thank god.

I go into the chemo room, and sit in the chair, ready for another dose that will never work.