PAISLEY
I opened the door forcefully, and when I got the damn door to finally open, I am instantly hit with fresh air. Instead of complaining, like Jake would expect me to do, due to the many times I've acted that way, I embraced it. I embraced the strong gush of wind that slammed into my face. It was like my body was yearning for fresh oxygen, like I have been neglected by it. I inhaled the fresh air welcomingly, for it made me feel the warmth and comfort that my cancerous life would never bless me with.
I get out of the car and, from instinct, I immediately look up to gaze upon the stars that are painted across the dark night sky. It feels so free here. It feels so welcoming, and calm. I run across the large field, and jump, and scream, and spin around with my arms at ear length. Then I found myself falling, and I let myself fall.
So free, so calm. No worries.
I landed onto the fresh cut grass and I smiled. And I laughed. And I breathed.
"Are you insane?"
And cut the music, mood-killer is here.
I groaned inwardly and prop myself up onto my elbows. "What did I do now?" I glared at him.
"Oh you know, screaming and running around a field is completely normal," he sarcastically forced out.
"And being an asshole is completely normal to you right?" I fire back, with my eyebrows raised.
He sighs in annoyance. "If I'm an asshole, what does that make you? The fucking spawn of satan?" He laughs.
I glare at him once more, before completely ignoring him, and focusing my gaze onto the stars above.
I hear Jake mumble a few things, which I was not able to comprehend, before shortly plopping himself down right beside my relaxed form.
"You know I still want an explanation for what happened to you at that hospital," he says, hesitance masking his voice.
I sigh. "It was a heat stroke, that's it."
"But your grandparents knew you were at the hospital without me even mentioning it, also Eliza heard you talking to the nurse about... something," he revealed with slight uncertainty in his voice.
What he just disclosed to me, instantly made my heart beat faster, and made my anxiety rise from within me.
What exactly did Eliza hear?
"What did she tell you?" I spat out venomously.
He clearly doesn't miss the sudden change in my composure. "Why are you so worried?"
I faked a smile. "Me? Worried? I've got nothing to worry about... You should be worried," I lied.
He raises his eyebrows in surprise. "And why should I be worried?"
"I don't know... Maybe it's the fact that Eliza probably told you a lie and you've been holding onto something that isn't even true in the first place," I smirked smugly.
He props himself up on his elbows and directs his eyes intensely at me. "Are you calling my sister a liar?" He accused in a menacing tone.
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Wasted Time
Teen Fiction"You're dying," he says, "You have at least 4 months." I know I'm supposed to be sad or cry but instead I say, "Oh cool." Paisley Archer is dying from cancer. She has four months to do all the things in life she hasn't done. But four months la...
