Take Care- Justin Bieber and Selena Gomez Fan Fiction

Selena's P.O.V

I looked around the walls of the large open room. There were pictures of smiling people, missing their hair and such. How can people be smiling when they have cancer? I know I wasn't. I frowned at the realization that I would spend the rest of my shortened, cancerous life in America's finest cancer research hospital. I have leukemia and it's spreading. My parents decided to bring me here to undergo chemotherapy. I left my friends, my home, everything back in New York. My mom told me to try to make friends with the other teens on my floor, but I doubt I would. I don't want to make friends here. I wanted to be back home with my friends, going to parties and shopping. But that life was over. My life now consisted of a lot of needles, hospital trips and medications. I just found out of my illness about a month ago. My whole world came crashing down around me and the important things didn't seem so important anymore. I glanced over at my suitcases, filled with sweatpants. Most of them from Pink by Victoria's Secret. If I was going to be wearing sweatpants I want them to at least be cute. Another smaller bag filled with hair products. If I was going to lose my hair, I want to keep what I still have nice. I don't care that I'm in a hospital I want to look nice. Nobody seems to understand this. My mom rolled her eyes at me, which caused yet another argument. My mother and I don't see eye to eye on almost everything. She says I have attitude or whatever. I would just live the rest of my sad, pathetic, cancer controlling life alone. It sounds kind of sad when I put it that way, but those were the facts. I have cancer and I'm going to die.