Our Unsought Love

Hey guys so this is my new story that I thought I would try out.

No it is not a werewolf story like most of the ones I have done but this is a story that the fan girl in me wanted to write lol. I needed to show my nerdiness, my love for books!

Anyways you might find this similar to other stories and that is to be expected maybe! Please if you read this dont comment telling me that this is already in another book because if I wrote it then I already know lol :)

I hope you enjoy! Please read this story, give it a chance! I know I am usually doing werewolf stories but I really really wanted to try this out and so I did. It is really nerve racking thinking about you guys not liking it. I just wanted to try something new so... yeah carry on :)

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Chapter 1- I am tired

“Give me the news doc,” I sighed, rubbing my throbbing head.

 

He sighed and frowned, “the cancer is back Valencia…” He gulped loudly as he gave me the grim discovery. Dr. Harvey was pretty close to our family, he has been in charge of my chemotherapy since I first started coming here. This man has seen it all, the slight recovery and then the treatments all over again.

 

“I knew it.”

 

My mother let out a sobbing noise as she clung onto my father’s shirt for support. I believe this has taken a bigger toll on her than me. Yeah I have been through the surgeries and the treatments but I never really thought what it would be like for my parents. The stress and sadness was enough to make me feel the slight guilt even though its out of my control.

 

“We can schedule another round of chemo if you would like,” he replied hesitantly. His eyes held nothing but pity. Usually doctors feel sad when they realise that their treatments or whatever they are doing doesn’t work but there was an emotion deeper in this young doctor.

 

“Yes we would li-” my mother began.

 

“No,” I cut her off mid sentence. I was tired of fighting a war I was never going to win,... I have had this cancer since I was about ten and all my hope in it has left. I was always told ‘hey it will go away, be strong...’ and that was exactly what I did. I was strong and brave for my parents; I was even building up my own confidence. I needed the reassurance knowing that one day I would be able to go out and find love, never guaranteed the next day.

 

Love, such a strong word. I always heard my parents say it to each other and I knew their love was true, it was something that I wanted when I got older. I wanted that happy fairytale ending where the prince rides up on a white horse and whisks you away… I even went out looking for that the day I was discharged from the hospital. Nothing happened though, no one would love a girl who would always be sick…

 

“What do you mean no?” she asked, a little shocked by my words.

 

“I am tired,” I began, squeezing some of the hospital sheets in my hands. “I have fought for a long time and I am tired. I will never have a normal life and I can’t continue to put you guys through this pain.” Tears pricked my eyes as I glared down at the floor, suddenly wishing it would swallow me up whole.