My Ovaries!

Cancer

  This chapter is about a girl (you in this case)  whose father is dying of cancer. Her mom is spiraling into a depression, bringing multiple guys home. Then there is you, you have condemned yourself to your room, drinking and smoking, until your mom lets you go see your father. (I also have not had WiFi for a while so kms.)

   It was a rainy day today, your father's condition seemed to be getting worse.

   Oh the agony...

   Your mother said to you "Get in we are going to see your papa." her stern words seemed to linger in your ears. She no longer cared about your dad, I don't think she ever cared about him.

   When you reached the hospital, you noticed your father looked thin, frail, he looked dead. "If you could get me a drink, of water 'cause my lips are chapped and faded-"

   You had to turn away; you could not stand seeing him like this. A single tear fell from your eye as you walked to the sink, glancing back at his slim smile, the smile that once made your day was now faded and broken. You walked back to him and hugged him, it has been so long since you have been able to speak to him. There was a long pause, you could not take it anymore, you wrapped your arms around him and he told you everything will be all right, that you would be a whole family again one day. You knew that the only way you could be family again, is if you died too. He did not want you to know he was dying, but you knew it was coming.

   You got home from the hospital and locked yourself in your room, you started drinking and watching sad Sims videos.

   Your mom came home around 2:30 A.M.; with a new guy. You were drunk, your whole body was numb and you did not care. Nothing mattered to you but your dad. You did not even feel resentful towards your mom for bringing home a new guy. You felt nothing.

   You sat in your bed, thinking, the thought of your dad popped up, he was so weak, he didn't even have the energy to kiss you anymore.

   Soon enough you fell asleep and when you woke up in the morning, your mother told you that your father was on his death bed. You rushed to the hospital.

   You barged into your father's room, tears in your eyes as you ran at him to hold him. As soon as you grabbed him he whispered in a frail voice "I will not kiss you- 'cause the hardest part of this is leaving you. Now turn away, I'm awful just to see, my hair's abandoned all my body. Baby I'm just soggy from the chemo, and it's my time to go." he smiled faintly as he closed his eyes. His monitors went blank as did your emotions. He died in your arms, and you. You were the only one who cared. Even the doctors seemed to not care. You felt alone.

   The only thing you could think about was your dad. God you hated it here. You despised being on this planet, you even despised despising every single thing.

   As time went on you had drawn yourself away from your friends, family, and everyone in between. There was no point in living anymore, nothing made you happy, all you could think about was your dad.

   You decided to take a walk with just yourself, a Ouija Board, and your alcohol. You decided to go to the cemetery your dad was buried in, memories of your father flashed through your head, so you just started drinking. Your father's words hung around in your ears, almost as if he was there with you, you had not realized how cold it was outside, even if you did you probably would not have cared. The alcohol made you feel warm but really you were starting to get hypothermia.

   You walked up to your father's grave, it looked cold, and empty. Nobody cared about him. You went and sat by his grave, took out the Ouija Board and said "Hi Dad."

   The plainchant seemed to move almost immediately to the letters spelling out H-E-L-L-O. You were both ecstatic and scared, you could not believe you were talking to your dad, hours passed, you were still talking to him, you knew he missed you as much as you missed him.

   Out of the blue the plainchant spelled out R-U-N. As soon as this was spelled out you heard a noise behind you, you turned around and someone or something grabbed you. You could not see their face, but what you could see was demeaning.

   You were not able to scream, you could not do anything but sit there waiting for whatever this thing was to go away. Its tentacle-like arms wrapped around you, squeezing your firm, young tits, the beast roared and said "YOU ARE THE ONLY CANCER AROUND HERE YOU LITTLE FAGGOT EMO ASS BITCH!" this made your bones rattle inside of your body, an immense rush of sadness washed through you as your dad's face flashed onto the beast's eyes.

   Everything went quiet for a moment as this magnificent beast stared at you, morphing into nothing other than Lucifer himself, his flesh turned purple. You watched in horror as his body started to grow, and I do not mean get bigger, more appendages started to grow off of his body. They were not normal. His new arms, legs, whatever you would want to call them had suction cups. He looked like an octopus. He was an octopus. It reminded you greatly of the Japanese tentacle porn you used to watch.

   His big juicy tentacles fell upon you, he got close to your ear and whispered "I'll take a double triple bossy deluxe on a raft, 4x4 animal style,extra shingles with a shimmy and a squeeze, light axle grease; burn it, and let it swim." Those words made you moist, he knew they would. He put his tentacles in your pants and said "The spermies used to ride these testicle babies for miles. Now it is your turn down in the hood of my uncircumcised penis ."

   He brought his slimy tentacle down to your fishbowl vagina, it let out a few air bubbles and he sniffed, grunted, and said "IT SMELLS LIKE FISH". It was not your fault you were too depressed to shower but go off Satan. 

   Tears welled up in your eyes as the tentacle monster grabbed you and shoved his long, juicy tentacles down the tubes of your throat. He whispered to you "If her age is on the clock, she is ready for the R E S P E  C T ." he looked at you and said "What did you expect, baby that I would do to you.

   He told you to go home, and to not hold a grudge, that life would go on normally as it did before. you still did not know who it was. So you asked. He responded with " I am your father."

   "No. You are not my dad. He would not hurt me like you!" You knew it was not your dad. He said he would never hurt you, and he was truthful, he really would not hurt you. Why would this thing, pretend to be your dad?

   "Just listen, I want you to go home, go to sleep, and pretend this was all just a dream." The monster said in a sweet but menacing way. You still really did not know who it was. But you went home.

   You sat in your bed for hours and you still did not know if it was real. It had to be. When you woke up in the morning; you heard your dad's voice, you thought you were going crazy. But you walked out of your room. There was your dad sitting at the table, he said to you "I told you things would go back to normal."