Everything Everthing

Chapter 2

"Morning did you see the new neighbour moved in?"

Kelly said while slowly strolling towards me with my medicine and a glass of water.

"Yeah I did, did you know she's a soccer player?"
She handed me the little tiny pills and drank them down in one go.

"Yes, can you believe it's Alex,Alex Morgan. I'm surprised you to see up,your still usually sleeping by the time I come."

She seemed more excited than me. Out of all the years she's been here,I never knew she watched soccer.

"Yeah I woke up early."

Kelly left to do the housework. She was a good person but I never talked to her much. She took care of me but that was about it.
So basically you could say I was a loner.

I filled up the bath with some bubble bath and ran the water. I stripped off my clothes and climbed in. The water was nice and warm. It made me feel relaxed.The scent of lavendar was all over and smelt great.

My mind drifted off to the years when I was younger and healthy when my mom was still alive. Would I myself still be playing soccer,would my mom still be alive and if she what would she be like.

I soaked up in the water for a while till my fingers looked pruned up.

I changed into a oversized shirt and a pair of sweat pants ,so I didn't look too thin. It was warm outside but I always felt cold most of the time.

Would I ever get better. Thinking about the future scared the living daylights out of me. I just hoped that they could find a cure or that the cancer would stop growing due to chemo.
But that was not in my hands,the battle was happening inside my body and I couldn't control it.

I made my way outside lugging the oxygen tank with me to the front porch and lay down with the mask on, on the chair swing,closing my eyes.

It was a peaceful day as usual nothing out of the ordinary. The noise the mask would make when I took a deep breath was something I hated a lot. It was as if someone were shussing you to be keep for a second.

Sighing I unlocked my phone and started listening to the sleeping with sirens better off dead.

I wasn't depressed or was I?
It wasn't going to be a shocker, i spent most of my time in doors. My skin was pale and icy to the touch.
Somehow my hair was surviving but was not as healthy.

I ran my hand through my blonde locks of hair and tied it up into a messy bun with the hair tie.

I took my sketchpad off the coffee table and started to draw. Drawing was an escape to me. I loved to draw and paint it was the only way I showed my feelings and talent.

I would draw and paint for hours up to nightfall or early dawn until I would pass out from exhaustion.

"Cassy!!" Lunch is ready!"
I wasn't hungry at all but if I wanted to live I'd have to eat.

Some days I'd eat a lot but then there were days that is struggled to take more than 5 small pieces of food down. My appetite was becoming non existent and I didn't like it. If I ate at times I would throw it all up but I tried my level best.

A bowl of banana flavoured porridge. A sigh of relief escaped my lips and I began to eat slowly.

Don't laugh at me. I know it's babies food but it was easier to take down than whole crunchy pieces of food.

After finishing up, I quickly went back outside so I could get my sketchbook.

"CLOSE THAT BOOK!"
My sketchbook fell to the floor with a thud and so did the person opening it.