Dreamer☀️ {Completed}

29. 🌥

   Angry rain thumped against my window as I laid down, cuddled with Riley. Various bowls of soup laid on my nightstand but I refused to eat. I couldn't eat anymore.

How the hell was I supposed to keep it down? All I wanted to do was lie in bed with my dog, Riley. What's the point of trying to live when my body's trying to kill me?

"She's just been like this for three days," my mom whispers in hushed tones to my doctors over the phone.

It was as if she thought I couldn't hear her, but how could I be mad if it's the truth?

It was true. After my mental breakdown, I refused to eat. I refused to move besides to take a shower and brush my teeth. I had no reason to anymore. I had no purpose.

Let's face it. People like Derek; they think everyone has a purpose. Perhaps their purpose is just to influence one person so that one person can make a change in the world. Everyone has a reason for being on this earth. Everyone has a reason they're supposed to be here, right now.

It didn't seem like that was the case for me. What was my purpose? For cancer to rot me until I eventually died? Because that didn't exactly seem thrilling to me.

They tried to visit me everyday. They must've called and texted my phone every five minutes. They then moved on to calling the house phone.

To be truthful, I didn't even know we still even had a house phone till they started calling it.

I heard them the first time they came to the door. All of them hurriedly asking questions to my mom. It was Friday night when they did that. I heard Haden and Derek didn't even play in their game. They spent the whole time worrying about me.

Just one more thing I ruined, right? What was supposed to be the best game of the season.

Derek.

My heart hurt at the thought of him. The sight of him staring at my car speeding away was forever engraved in my mind. I couldn't get over him then and I sure as hell couldn't get over him now.

I don't think he expected it. Looking from the outside in, I don't know how any of them didn't expect it though. All the signs, all the clues. Everyone had their theories and you'd think one would be cancer. The big, ugly world that had signed my death sentence.

The stupid thing was, Cervical Cancer could be easily treated. Unfortunately, the kind of cervical cancer I got was not going to take it easy on me.

No, I had the one that people died from. The one where the survival rate was super low. I knew from the moment my doctor uttered the words that I was dead. It was a gut intuition.

And I knew from the moment I crawled up in that bed, that I was going to make things right. I was going to stay away from Haden, Autumn, and Derek. I was going to make them forget about me. I was going to make sure they didn't get hurt.

Sure, I hurt their feelings. But I figured that they at least wouldn't have to feel the pain of me dying. I thought I could fix things. I thought I could make things better. Somehow, I just ended up making things worse.

A ringing of my doorbell has me closing my eyes again. I knew who it was without even having to glance out of my window this time.

"Hey Mrs. Montgomery, is Angelina in?" His voice is hoarse. It's almost like it's completely worn out and gone.

"Yeah, but she's sleep- hey!"

Riley got off the bed, skidding across my floor until she was right in front of my bedroom door.

The heavy footsteps I hear coming up towards my room has my eyes shooting open in immediate alarm. He wouldn't. He couldn't.

My door flew open and in he walked. He closed the door behind him, locking it to make sure I was trapped in here underneath his scrutiny.