Wild child-sequel to and then i met andy biersack

chapter 4

"alright doc you've told me everything about chemo" I said shakily, "so be honest how long have I got left"

"well its hard to say" she replied

"I asked you to be honest" I said sternly

"well about 5-6 months, maybe a year with the chemo" she stated, nervously

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, a year is going to fly by so fast. I can't believe i'll never see amina grow up nor get married. I was only 22 and I haven't even lived my life properly. I was sobbing so hard at the realisation that I would be unable to look after amina and that she might have to go to her worthless father. there was always a foster home but could I really give her up like that, knowing she might not get the right treatment. maybe andy was going to have to play daddy now, that's right she has to go to andy.

"well i will just have to enjoy what i have left" i said , heartbroken

i dried my make-up smeared eyes and was handed 5 prescription papers. each paper said 3 doses a day, how the hell was i going to put that many drugs inside of my body. i really needed to get out of this room, i ran out of the room and went into the toilets. you'd think GP's toilets would be hygienic, apparently not. i looked into the mirror, deep into it. my whole life represented death it self, i was a sorry sight. i cleaned my face and looked into the mirror once

again, i have no idea what andy had seen in me, i looked 10x better with make up on. seriously, what is "natural beauty" anyway, obviously my features have never heard of that . I've always hid my ugliness with my make-up.

great i was urging for a blade, i searched deep into my bag i was addicted to cutting. yes the answer to my prayers, i rolled up my sleeve and took the blade to my skin. it felt so good, the pain was satisfying. i was in the middle of creating another bloody line when i received a phone call.

it was amina's school, what the hell has she done now. i ran out the GP with a bloody arm and no make up. amina had punched a teacher once again, she has no self control just like her mother. i was thinking of what i was going to say her, maybe i was being too harsh. what the hell is wrong with me, my daughter is bunking off school, taking drugs, goes AWOL most of the time and she is a violent person. i forgot all about the cancer for a second, i was too angry with amina, when she gets home all hell will break lose.