Dear diary,
They put me on bed rest. I thought it couldn't get worse. I was wrong. I get to write more so that's a plus. Luke has been in the bathroom a lot more. I guess he doesn't want to see me so weak. I'm hideous but I've gotten used to that. Rose and Chloe come by and do my make up. The only thing that helps is my diary. It's my safe place. Life is going by in a blink of an eye, a flick of a brush, a flip of a page. Sometimes I wonder if dying is really as bad as people portray it. It ends suffering and begins a new path. Luke won't talk to me and it hurts but so does a paper cut, a breakdown, a surgery, cancer. Everything in my life tends to hurt. People call me depressed whether that's true or not it doesn't matter. Nothing truly matters. I gave up long ago I'm finally getting the wish I've wished for for years but now I have someone to live for and my wish is just now coming true. I'm in love with Luke there I admitted it but it won't change a thing cause this.......this is just a piece of paper.
-Ash
YOU ARE READING
I'm a Dreamer
RomansaCancer. A word no one wants to hear. For Ash it's what is killing her. For Rose it's what is defining her. For Luke it's what is motivating him. For Chloe it's what she is watching. For the four of them it's what brought them together.
