Chapter 5-Edited

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Pretty Hurts

Toby

The ambulance arrives ten minutes later, they hoist her on the stretcher and push her out, I walk with her stuff, behind the stretcher.

I see a woman run out of her car and I assume it's Spencer's mother, they have similar facial features.

"I'm her mother" she says to the paramedics and they nod "come with us"

She looks back at me and glares, now noticing Im holding Spencer's things.

She walks over to me and grabs them from my hand "is this all her stuff?"

I shake my head, "I have a bag in my truck"

She stares at me, waiting for me to retrieve it.

Once I do, she grabs it from me and walks over to the ambulance, getting in.

So I guess I shouldn't  go to the hospital then...

Spencer
1 and a half hours later.

I flutter my eyes open to be faced with the four boring white walls I've been accustomed to seeing lately.

The memories of what happened fill in my mind and I slightly smile, although this resulted badly, I did have fun today with Toby.

I glance around the room to see my mother, but no Toby.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" My mom asks me when she notices I'm awake.

"Fine" I nod, hating having the oxygen in my nose. "Where's Toby?"

She rolls her eyes, "what were you thinking going out with him? Not telling anyone where you were going! playing paint ball! Are you kidding?! You could've been killed"

I roll my eyes this time "relax, I was having fun, and there is nothing wrong with Toby, he's a friend who thought I should live a little"

"Well obviously he isn't a good friend cause he doesn't care if you live or not"

"No actually he is a good friend because he thinks I should live, not sit around wasting away my life, I'm going to die, the only cure to this is a donor and the chances of getting the correct one is limited and that's been told to me many times. So the most likely outcome is death and He just made it clear that instead of sitting and waiting for it, to do all the things I love so when it comes I have no regrets, and that's what I'm doing, so I don't care if you want me to sit back and stay in a bubble, Im not going to do that anymore"

She gives me a harsh glare, crossing her arms. "You are never to see him again, you get me?" She states

My jaw drops and I let out a breathy chuckle, but not as a laugh, more as a 'I'm not two you can't tell me what to do' kind of way.

"You can't do that" I state

"I just did"

"I'm 17, I'm basically an adult, you can't tell who to hang out with and who I shouldn't hang out with. It's my decision, you already had me quit field hockey something I loved doing. I was depressed and sat around all day doing nothing but sleeping and watching movies, and homework. You should be happy that I have this second wind, finally caring about life again"

"I liked you better when you were with Alex"

I gasp "well obviously, it's easier to deal with a kid who's not sick, I'm sorry that I'm sick, and am making it so hard on you, I'll just hurry up and die" I say looking at her

She sighs and rolls her eyes again "grow up Spencer, you know that's not what I meant, you were just a better person, you'd do what you loved but took care of yourself"

"There's nothing left to take care of! Don't you get it?! I'm dying literary dying! Do you not want me to be happy?! Or would you rather me just be a depressed mess?! Look at Jenna, she's blind, she had to learn to live life differently, for a while she locked herself up and only made appearances to school, then one day she got this second wind and she's herself again, doing everything she loves them way she now can. You are proud of her, but can't be proud of your own daughter who just wants to enjoy her last year or years on earth" I yell, but get quiet on the end.

"I just want to sleep, can you please leave me to sleep" I tell her, turning away from her, getting comfortable.

I hear a sigh before shuffling, followed by the door opening and closing.

"I can't believe her" I mumble out loud.

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It's so weird making mama V the bitch since she's always so nice in my books

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