The Fault In Our Stars

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Robyn

".....some days she wont even get out of bed". My sister said as the doctor scratches his head thinking . Then he stated
"I may switch you to zoloft. Or lexapro and twice a day instead of once a day".

Deep down i was getting frustrated but asked. "Why stop there?. He looked taken back by my words but asked. "Hmm?.

Then i restated. "Keep em coming. I can take it. I'm like the keith richards of cancer kids.

The doctor looks at my momma who just shakes her head. Then he said. "Have you been going to that support group i suggested?". Instead of answering i looked at my sister knowing she gonna answer for me.

My cleared her throat before speaking. "She's gone a few times". Then i told him. " I'm not sure its for me".

Then my doctor looked at me clicking his pen before speaking. "If you're depressed su--". I cut him off getting more frustrated i already know where this conversation going. I cut him off saying.
"I'm not de-". He cuts me off im guessing finishing his sentence.

".....support groups are a great way to connect with people who are....". I was wondering what he wanted to say so i said. "What? ".

He gulped harshly before speaking. "On the same journey". He really pissing me off.

"Journey?* really?". I asked what the fuck is a journey

I guess my sister sensed i was getting mad so she called my name. "Robyn".

Guess my doctor felt the way i was feeling cause he kept trying to reason with me. "Just give it a chance for me?.

I rolled my eyes hard as fuck making sure they seen it i already know i lost this battle.

My doctor smiled at me and my sister before speaking to me. "Who knows? You might even find it..enlightening.

Christopher.

I'm currently in church listen to the support group leader.

".....we are gathered here today, literally in the heart of jesus. I kinda tuned him out and looked at this girl named Robyn for her to be a cancer patient she insanely beautiful. But she was shaking her head. Probably thinking this could be the lamest thing she could be doing right now.

The support group leader looked around at all of us before asking. "Sooo who would like to share their story with the group? ".

The basement filled with sick people including myself and Robyn amongst them. Most of us are under the age of 18.

Then some chick spoke up,
"Hi I'm jillian. I'm 15 years old. Lymphoma". She sat down while everyone clapped.
Then another girl stood up. "Hey y'all. My name is angel, and I'm 17 years old. Ewing sarcoma".

After she sat down our support group leader started speaking.
"Here's my story as you all know my name is patrick. Im 34 years old. And i have testicular it started a few years ago. When i was....". I kinda tuned him out and focused my attention back on Robyn she is just down right gorgeous. I watched her as she watched patrick bored. Patrick continues. We just all chill and listen.

All i know is someway and some how she is gonna be mines low key.

Robyn

I'll spare you the gory details of patrick's ball cancer basically. They found it in his nuts. Cut most of it out, he almost died. But he didn't die. And now here he is. Divorced, friendless, addicted to video games, exploiting his cancertastic past in the heart of jesus,

Literally. To show us that one day if we lucky we could be just like him. But anyway we all stood up and said.

"We're here for you patrick". I ain't gonna lie i said it the least enthusiastically. I look around only to lock eyes with Christopher.
He's a really cute dude from the looks of it he has a lot of tattoos and he even got a whole bunch of freckles he is so fucking adorable. He was shaking his head too.

Patrick looked around the room before saying. "Who else would like share?. No one responded to his question I'm guessing they don't want to share either.
He looked at me.
"Robyn?
Oh no. Patrick gestures for me to speak. Reluctantly i stand. I stood up sighing heavily before speaking.

"I'm. Uh. I'm Robyn. 16". I took another deep breath before speaking again. "Thyroid originally but with quite the impressive satellite colony in my lungs".

I kinda don't have much to say so I'm about to sit my ass back down. But of course we all know patrick has something to say.
"And how are you feeling Robyn?. Honestly i don't know how to answer that.

"You mean the terminal cancer?. I thought to myself before speaking.
"Alright i guess.....?
The dude named Christopher tries not to laugh at me i guess. I sit back down. Then of course everyone says in unison.
"We're all here for you Robyn."
I exhales. This is not at all helpful.
"Maybe now ill play a song...."
We all listened to patrick song.

No One's pov
Robyn's older sister Frankie sits in the car in the parking lot. Reading from her book. Waiting for group to be over. She sees the church door open and puts the book away. Robyn comes.. Robyn's momma looks at her like.
"Well. Was it great?"
Robyn just exhales and get in the car.

Robyn pov

"America's Next Top Model". Is the TV i say to myself while i sits on one side of the L-shaped couch. And flip through my novel.
Our dad Micheal sit on the other side. Watching me but trying not to make it obvious. He's been trying his best to stay positive for me at least.