Grenade

Do you ever get that feeling that everything was going in the right direction for once. It was peaceful , carefree and everything you could want it to be.It was like that for the first 15 years of my life.

Then ever thing and everyone turned on me. I became non - existent  and what I used to know crumbled before my very eyes.I just didn't understand.

Chapter One..

The car pulled up outside the rusting gates for the first time in my last year.I opened the door and got out , continuing to gather my belongings for another long day. I shut the door and walked in the odd minute late and sat in my usual seat in the corner , not to be seen by anyone. My mum made me go to this ' Therapy' session every week just to see if Ill make any friends or not but I proceed to keep myself out of the way when there's not much point in getting close to anyone when its going to be too late.

I was still in full blown shock from when I got diagnosed 2 years ago with cancer.I only had a matter of months before my time was up but my brain was still trying to process that. My lungs were slowly failing due to the ever-growing tumor near my ribs and I could feel it every time it got harder to draw a breath.

John walked in and set his laptop and bag down at the table and walked over to my seat.

"Ah , Grace , don't sit on your own." I tried desperately to ignore him but he was right that I shouldn't be this anti-social even though I'm a teenager." Come on , sit by Ash , and don't worry , he won't hurt you." He said trying to gain a small smile from me that unfortunately didn't happen.

I sat down and the so called 'Ash' walked in and sat down next to me.

"Your new." he looked me up and down and stumped his cigarette out on the bottom of the chair and threw its remains over into the corner where my old chair was.                                                                 

"Actually , I've been going to these sessions for 2 years and I know you've only just joined in the past few months." I plucked up enough courage to speak to him.He had a sudden surprised look on his face which reveled his dimples in his cheeks. That surprised look slowly became a grin that formed a place on his lips.

"I forgot your name ?" He said looking around then looking at me as if he wanted an answer pretty quickly.

"Grace." I replied.

He was normal I guess, not the drop dead gorgeous type but anything but dull.There was something about him I couldn't understand.He had two long dark sleeve's of tattoos and snake bite piercings.One minute his eyes were green , that complimented his tattoos , and the next they were hazel which matched his sort of wavy hair. I ran my fingers through my hair which made it fall and cover some of my face. I preferred it that way , it drew less attention to myself . I guess i'll never learn just to be myself but to me I didn't have time left for that.