And Then Death Held Out His Hand

Cancer No More

The tests are over. We're waiting for the results. Of whether I'm going to die of not.
We're all here, Evie, my foster family... Jacob.
I'm strangely calm, almost like I've accepted that everything goes wrong in my life.

The tests reveals if the cancer is gone, or, if otherwise, how long I've got to live. It's been 6 months since I got diagnosed. 6 painful, long, lonely months.

The doctor enters, breaking through my thoughts. All the people surrounding my bed, look up, tears sparkling in their eyes. Surprisingly, mine are dry.

I focus on the doctors face. He's smiling.
"The test results have come back in your favour." I see Evie out of the corner of my eye break into silent sobs.
"You have no cancerous cells in your body."

The small room erupts with loud happy cheers. I can't believe it. It must be a dream. It's only when I feel Jacobs lips of mine, my fingers twisted in his brown hair, my eyes staring deep into the golden flecks in his, that I realise. Ive beaten cancer.
I feel tears on my cheek and realise that there not mine. Jacob. Oh my god, how could I be so selfish?
"Hey, it'll be okay, remember, that's what you told me, and it did turn out alright didn't it?"
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My legs feel shaky as the nurse helps my to a standing position. My jeans feel so different too the hospital gown that I have worn for the past six months.

The nurse refuses to let me walk so I sigh and roll my eyes as I'm eased into the familiar wheelchair.

Jacob pushes me forwards, Evie holding my hand as the glass doors automatically slide open, revealing the world I've been detached from for so long.
I can barely contain my excitement in the car, almost bouncing in my seat as we near the familiar streets of home.

Alex chuckles at my excitement, looking back at Evie and Jacob and rolling his eyes. I'm trying to contain my laughter when we pull up outside my house.

I sit and stare, taking it all in, drinking in the familiar sense of home. A pink and gold "welcome home" banner is strung over the door, balloons floating from the letterbox.
"Come on, or do you want to go back to the hospital," Jacob laughs at my petrified look of horror. He helps me to the front door and I'm glad for his warm security, my legs still unsteady from my lengthy period in a bed.

"Welcome home!!!"
Cries echo from every corner of the room, all my friends and foster relatives are here. I stand shocked until Jacob, seeing that I'm still stunned, leads me into the middle of the room.
Then the parting starts. Well, from the guests, not me. I sit in the corner, trying to stay hidden from the crowd.
Every other minute, a great aunt I've never met, hugs me, making me exhausted from just raising my arms.
I eventually excuse myself, take Jacob by the hand and lead him to my room, stopping to take a handful of my hundreds of tablets.
I open my room with bated breath, not used to seeing aqua walls instead of white. I can't wait to sleep in my bed without being afraid of getting tangled in IV cords.
 
I fell like I've finally woken up from a nightmare. That it wasn't real. It doesn't matter though, everything's alright now.
The window is wide open, showing the view of the setting sun. The streaks of gold fall across Jacobs face causing him to squint.
I give a happy sigh and perch on the bed, Jacob close beside me. "Stell do you want to go out with me this Friday."

"Sure."

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Sorry for the really bad chapter, it's really short. Don't think this is the happy ever after. It's just the beginning.