Dear Lavender,
They figured out what was wrong with me. It started at home: I was just doing my homework when my mom noticed a small lump on my upper arm. I told her it was from hitting it on something. I was stupid to lie, it's just that since I've been sick my mom has been so paranoid and I didn't want her to freak out over nothing. I truly thought that I just hit my arm on something. It had been two weeks and the lump hadn't gotten any better, if anything it just got worse. I was having trouble hiding it from my mom. It was when George walked in on me while I slept that he saw. With my health in mind, he went and told my mom. Within the hour I was sitting on a hospital bed, getting my blood taken and sent out for testing. When the results came back two weeks later they rushed me to have x-rays done. the wouldn't tell us what the results were, just that I had to stay in the hospital till they were sure. That's how I ended up in the hospital for my sixteenth birthday. It was three weeks ago that I got the news, the news that I wouldn't believe if you told me a year ago. Just a month after turning sixteen I got told that I have acute lymphocytic leukemia. Not only that, but that I'm in the last stage and there's nothing they can do. The lump wasn't from hitting it on something, it was cancer. It started in my arm and spread to my spinal cord and brain. How am I supposed to accept it that it's over? I won't graduate or go to university. But what's worse than that, is that I'll never be able to tell you how much I've loved you for the last six years.
From the dying twin,
Fred
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Letters To Lavender
Short StoryA series of love letters that started as a child's crush but than turned into a story in its own.
