-flashback-
The sterile white walls seemed to mock me as I sat and waited for the news the doctor before me had to deliver.
"I'm sorry Ms. Davis, but you have been diagnosed with stage 3 cancer" the doctor announced. It felt as though the floor had been ripped from underneath me; like the air in my lungs had been wrung out like the time my brother hit me too hard in the chest.
-end of flashback-
During that time, I felt alone even though my older brother and my father were always there to tell me it was alright even if we all knew it wasn't. I still felt as though the world was against me, like I was fighting a war with no foreseeable end. I remember when I was younger and my mother used to tell me that there will be a time where no one will be around or able to understand and you will have to love yourself. That has been my lifestyle for the last few years. Many people may perceive me as a self centered bitch but who cares. I am who I am and I am Namiko Soleil Davis.
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