My life was not perfect. In fact, it was far from that. I currently live in VGH, Vancouver General Hospital. They say I'm going to die, so I walk around this hospital feeling lost and alone. I never made any friends and I barely spoke to anyone. You see, I'm a cancer patient who recently got into a car crash. I know, what a depressing life, huh? Well I don't need any sympathy because I don't care. It would be better to die than to suffer all this stupidity. I didn't want some stupid love story like most teenage girls so I don't care if I die.
I heard screams chorus through the halls from the fellow female patients. I sat on the hospital bed and forced myself out of bed. My curled strawberry blonde wig fell into my grey eyes and I let out a sigh as more screams and squeals erupted from the hallway. This usually happened whenever a celebrity would come to visit but never had the patients been this enthusiastic. I peered out my hospital room and was faced with a throng of girls of all ages. The crowd parted like the red sea and in the middle was five boys, also known as the parasite called music, One Direction. The boys made their way down the hall and past my entrance. One of the boys, the shorter blonde sent a smile my way which I returned with a simple scowl. I hated One Direction and all it was. Who needed another bubble gum pop band? Eventually the residents returned to their rooms and the halls were hushed. I returned to my bed, taking my novel, Divergent from the side table. I began to read the passage, diving into the world of Tris. I loved Tris and what she stood for, she was what I believed every girl should be. I could feel Tris' emotions in the moment when suddenly a knock chimed through the room. I sighed as I replaced the novel on my side table and trudged over to the door and was met with the five boys. They smiled their Colgate smiles. I smiled back, not because I liked them, but because of what I would do next.
I slammed the door in their faces.
A second later another knock shuddered my silence as I swung open the door, this time only the blonde boy, also known as Niall stood there. "Listen, I don't know if you got the jest but I don't like you."
"I, um, kinda guessed..." He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.
"What are you doing here then?" I spat back.
"Listen, I know you don't like me and all but I really wanted to hang out with you." He responded.
"Why? Because I'm not screaming, OMG Niall Horan!!" I mocked.
"Actually, that's exactly why. I think its pretty cool that you aren't freaking out over me like most girls would." He sounded almost nervous.
I stared at him for a moment before laughing. "Nice try, you're just trying to make a new fan, well guess what, that's not going to happen." I returned to my perch.
He followed into my room and I gave off a glare. "Please, at least tell me your name?" He was sickeningly sweet.
"I don't give my name out to stalkers who follow me into my room." I picked up my book again, continuing from my previous place.
"Divergent," He smiled. "A lovely tale about being brave and being yourself."
I looked over in awe. This idiotic teeny bopper idol had read this story? I nodded and motioned to the chair near my bed that constantly remained unattended. He took a seat. "I read that book while in Australia." He explained.
"I wanted to read it before I passed..." I murmured.
"Oh..." He gave a look of sympathy.
"Don't look at me like that!" I snapped, "Don't look at me like a beaten puppy or a charity case! This is for the better!"
"How is the death of a teenage girl ever for the better?" He questioned.
"Because I am never going to get to leave here and I would rather die than spend every waking hour in this confinement!" I argued.
"How do you know that?"
"Because that's what they told me." I stated.
"Miracles happen." He replied.
"Not in my life. If they did I wouldn't have cancer, gotten into a car accident that caused me to have to live my life here and have my family never visit because they can't handle seeing me in such a depressing state." I finished, the words aching to speak.
He gave a sad smile. "Miracles can happen for anyone, you're just at a low point in your life." He walked over and brushed some of my hair behind my ear.
I glared at him but he simply grinned back. "I never did catch your name." He remarked.
"Cindy." I replied quietly.
"Just keep waiting Cindy," He made his way to the door. "Your miracle will happen soon." He replied as he walked out and gently closed the door behind him.
