Felicity’s POV
I sit there at the doctors and my doctors name is Dr. Luella. She has brown hair deep brown eyes square glasses and wears tight pencil skirts and a pretty florescent pink shirt. I look and she holds an envelope that reads “Results Confidential”. I look she smiles softly and says. “Hi Felicity.” I smile sweetly and say.
“Hello Dr.” She looks and opens the envelope and says.
“I’m sorry Felicity you have Luhkemia, but we caught it in time and I’m gonna try to get you some chemo started right away.” I stare down the only word rushing through my mind.
“Luhkemia, Luhkemia, Luhkemia.”I shake my head crying and say.
‘You’re lying.” She shakes her head and hands the papers over and my hands shake and I read the word over and over.
“Luhkemia Luhkemia.” I start to shake my head and say.
“alright…I-I’ll get back with you.” I get in the elevator and look at the disfigured image reflection. My blue eyes had dark circles around them my caramel colored hair in a bun and wearing a jacket and sweat pants. I wipe my eyes and walk out. I get in the car laying my head and sit up and shake my head saying. “No not me not me I will not let this ‘disease’ or Doctor destroy my chance at graduating a cheer leader.” I start the car and yawn and cough roughly and back up and drive to the school for practice. I get to a stop light and turn on the radio and cough more and the light turns green. I speed through and get to the school throwing my bag down. I smile and my friend with red hair pale skin and freckles and blue eyes her name is Abigail Lewis. She runs up to me and grabs my hands she lurches her hands away and says.
“You’re freezing.” I look grabbing my hands and say.
“Really?” I shrug and smile putting my bun into a pony tail and taking my jacket off. She looks at my arm and says.
“Oh my god…Fel that bruise is still there from like 2 weeks ago from the game.” I look and smile.
“Must be a deep bruise huh?” I see my boyfriend sitting there I fix my self and walk up and smile he frowns and says.
“What’s with your eyes?” I look at him frowning and he says.
“You look like a 40-year-old single mom.” I frown and say.
“How dare you.” I walk away and into the bathroom and go bathroom and look in the mirror and see I have a nose bleed. I grab a piece of paper towel and hold it to my nose. I look at the door and sigh. The blood stops and I walk out and start the routines. I get dizzy and fall when doing a flip. Abigail looks at me and coach walks in she runs to me and says.
“C’mon Felicity.” She helps me up and I tug away and say.
“I’m fine.” Coach frowns and walks to her seat sitting down sighing. I look around and everyone is staring at me and Abigail says.
“You’re nose…is uh bleeding.” I look touching my nose and run off and start crying. I get in my car and by that small run. I’m dizzy and gasping for air my chest burning and my throat dry. I feel the blood dripping and I grab a paper towel and hold it to my nose and cry. I lay my head on the steering wheel and get it controlled and drive home yawning. When I get home I walk in having a coughing fit and go in my room laying there. I get tired and fall asleep.
3 hours later
I wake up in a hospital a women taking my pulse. I look around blinking a bit and groan. The women with the tag saying ‘STNA’ she says. “Your dad brought you because he said you were gasping and had a rattling breath.” I look and nod and look at the door. My dad starts crying and the doctor walks in.
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What I Really Feel
Short StorySad stories. If you want to get depressed read it. Some stories that will make you cry.