One Life

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three~

Stella's POV;

Normally, when you're sitting alone on the curb, sulking, when it's dark, and god knows what time it is-- a stranger usually comes up to you, wondering what on earth are you doing, and why. You both become friends, blah, blah, blah.

But for me? It's been minutes, and that's certainly not the case. No one had come up to me, because I had cancer, and I was a bald girl. Not attractive, right?

The dark seemed so heavy, like it were pulling me down to the ground behind me.

Then suddenly my back went flying into the concrete behind me, my head colliding with it as well. I turned my head slightly, as the sudden collapse had triggered the little food that was inside of me.

When I hoped for the food to come up, instead came liquid. It was black on the ground under the darkness that cloaked.

Blood.

I bled out infront of the rich people's house. They'd surely be pissed. But hopefully I wouldn't be here when they came out.

Suddenly I heard keys, and the front door open.

Please let it not be the rich family coming out because of my loud bloody coughs, I thought.

I couldn't move even if I actually tried.

My back was blazing with pain, shooting up and down. Why did a little collapse hurt so much?

After a while, I heard the opening of a car door, then the shut of the door. Surely, they must have been getting something from the car. That's all right?

But suddenly my thoughts were shoved away to the back of my head as the car then rumbled to life!

Good lord! I thought. I'm gonna die months, maybe even days ahead of time!

When I heard the car backing out, I was scared, but at the same time ready.

This is finally it.

Of course, I've once had thoughts of killing myself, not that I was suicidal. Everyone usually does. For example:

An ultimate fangirl just found out that her favorite band is retiring, and then she's so sad, she's all like;

"Fuck my life, I wanna die!" -Insert endless sobs-

Right?

Okay, so that wasn't the best example for everyone to relate to.

But imagine finding out you had a shit load of homework, and you're instantly miserable because you have this thought the DAY that it is due.

Or that they no longer made pizza ANYWHERE in the world!

Exactly.

Nevertheless, though I wasn't suicidal, I could easily cope with, and accept the fact that I was going to now die.

Too lost in my thoughts, with my eyes pulled closed tight, I didn't even notice someone approach me.

"Ummm," I heard.

I shot my eyes open, looking around-which was painful, being that the flesh of my bare head was scraping against the concrete.

Finally my eyes landed on a face, 6 feet above mine, upside down.

"Hi," I sheepishly blushed, not that you could see.

"What are you doing?!" He sounded almost like a pirate if I must say. But then again, I hadn't been taking my pills.