Her arms gripped the chair and everyone in the room was silent. Her mum made jokes, trying to tear the tension. Tears had already began to flood everyone's eyes. The impact was done as soon as that doctor said those words. My smile faded slowly, as did hers; but everyone in the room was faking their strength, to keep her uplifted. Her hair was thin, and face pale. My hair was bright yellow. Her father tried to take photos, but cursed every time his phone crashed. A sob came from her cousin in the corner, then her sister. The shaver roared and everyone stared. Words couldn't form in anyone's mouths. Her mum made an odd not-so-funny-joke that failed to lighten the mood. She began to cry, and right then the whole room broke down. Her parents tried to be strong for their children and the siblings and friends tried to be strong for the person they loved most. My head shook from side to side, she shook, her sister walked out; all while the hair fell to the floor. Who thought their 15 year old best friend for over 6 years would ever have to experience such pain. No one deserves it. She was healthy, she was always healthy enough - but cancer attacks the strongest - it kills their strength, but it never killed her strength, and we all know it won't. We all hope it won't...
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*February2014
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Short StoryAlmost 200 short stories to get your blood pumping, your skin crawling and your mind racing. Nostalgic, interesting, current, real-life experiences in a creative form. *disclaimer: some of these short pieces reference issues such as mental illness...
