The Bucket List

Chapter One

SCARLET'S POV

"Miss Greyson?"

I lifted my head to meet the towering doctors eyes and brushed the stray pieces of long red hair out of my eyes.

I didn't say a word and slowly rose from my chair.

"May I speak to you and your parents in privacy please?" He looked uneasily at the three of us, sitting in the uncomfortable waiting chairs in the hallway of my hospital.

My mother stood up and smoothed down her classy black dress. Her face was quite pale, her eyes had purplish tinted circles underneath them. We had been waiting for what seemed like hours for my recent test results. My long red hair was beginning to reach it's thickness of several years ago, but I was drained, physically, emotionally, and mentally. I couldn't handle more chemo. Of course mom and dad are neutral because they have all the money in the world to pay for it, it's not like mom does anything but bring me books from that I've already read and store bought soup.

We rounded the corner and the doctor seated us in more uncomfortable chairs, this time in an enclosed office.

"So, we got your test results back Scarlet." His face revealing an unsettling seriousness. He closed the door lightly and took a deep breath before turning to face us.

"Well?" My mother inched him on, probably because she had a meeting awaiting her which is obviously more important than her daughter with cancer. My dad stayed silent. He always did.

"I'm afraid I have some unsettling news." He let on as he turned to sit in his chair.

I didn't move.

"I wish there were easier ways to say this, you've gone through so much," he paused to draw in a breath. "We've done clinical trials, we've done so much research, we've done it all Scarlett, and it hasn't worked. Your heart can't take any more. We're estimating about six months."

"You only have six months." He closed his eyes slowly.

I blinked quickly.

"To live Miss Greyson, six months to live."

I blinked even faster and released the firm grip I had on my chair. I immediately felt a burning sensation dripping from eyes. My tears were hot and fast, and my body took control of me. It always had control of me. I couldn't look at my parents because I was afraid of their careless expressions. I stood up fast, losing all balance and control of my feet and I felt a strong grip yank me back down to my chair.

"Scarlet control yourself." I think I heard my mother say, but really I couldn't hear anything but the pounding of my weak heart.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't breathe. And in six months, I wouldn't live.

WILL'S POV

"Taylor babe can you hand me my razor?" I shouted through the curtain of the shower.

A petite manicured hand found it's way into the shower, my razor in it's hand.

"Here you are darling. I'm about to hop in there with you." Taylor told me in a tempting tone.

"You know if you do that, I'll never make my flight." I laughed.

"I'll be fast." She giggled.

I finished up shaving and threw open the shower curtain, wrapping a white towel around my waist and walking to the bedroom of my apartment to change into my freshly pressed tuxedo.

"I can't believe your putting that on, and then leaving." She whispered in my ear.

I wrapped my arms around her waist pulling her near me.