9 Months to Live (Justin Bieber Fan Fic)

Chapter One: You Have Nine Months to Live

You have nine months left to live. That's what my doctor told me. I still remember the day like it was yesterday. Well, this all did go down yesterday.

I was sitting in the hospital bed waiting for my tests to come back. My little brother, Michael, .was fast asleep on the chair nearby. With my mom pacing across the floor right next to him. It had been two years since I was diagnosed with a rare form of leukemia cancer.

It had been I year since I found out that I also had a tumor in my stomache. On top of that, it had been 8 months since my dad and my tumor left. My dad died in a car accident and my tumor miraculously disappeared.

Today was my check up day, or as I liked to call it my "Let's hear some bad news" day. All they were going to do was take some scans and see if everything was fine, well as good as my health could look.

After about 15 minutes of swinging my legs, hearing Michael snore, and watch my mom become more and more anxious, the doctor came back with the results. He placed a picture on the monitor. It looked like a glob of throw-up. 

"Do you know what this is?" My doctor asked. I silently shook my head. "This is your stomache and all those," He said pointed to the blobs, "Are the tumors that have formed inside of your stomache." My mother gasped and sat down on my bed. She put her hand on my bare knee.

"How many are there?" I asked not truly wanting to hear the answer.

There doctor looked at the picture for a minute before answering. "That can't be right." He mumbled.

"What?"

"It seems as if there are 11 tumors here." A lump grew in my throat. The next words to come out of his words were not much of a surprise to me. "You have nine months left to live."

I sat there with my eyes glued to the monitor. My mom burst into tears. Michael (who had just woken up) was trying his best to comfort me without getting emotional.

I couldn't believe it. I was dyeing and there was nothing I could do about it except for one thing. I was going to make the most out of it. From then on, I wasn't going to be the plain old negative, bored, goody-two-shoes Penny I used to be. I was going to be young, reckless, and free. After all, I do only have nine months left to live.