I woke up screaming in a strange room with blue walls. I pressed my hands up to my temples. I laced my fingers through my long hair. Woah, I had hair?
I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
The pain I felt was excruciating. "MOM!" My plea came out sounding strangled and broken.
Who was my mom?
The woman from my hospital room and a very tall man rushed into the room. "Sara? What's happening?"
"My head! MY HEAD!" I screamed. I didn't know I was capable of screaming at such a high octave.
I vaguely heard the woman, my mom I guess, rush downstairs and screech into a phone.
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I woke up with a start. Had that dream been accurate?
I blinked to get the blur out of my vision. I looked around the room. Great. Just the person I didn't want to see.
"You're up!" He stood and took a step forward.
"Don't come near me or I will break your nose."
"Okay..." he sat back down in the chair.
"Why are you here." I demanded.
"Your m... The woman, Victoria, she had to go to work. She asked me to watch you." I couldn't help but notice that he stuttered.
"You were about to say something. Tell me."
"Sara it's not that important."
"ITS IMPORTANT TO ME!" I yelled at him. My harsh words seemed to startle him. "Shes my mom"
I said in a much calmer and quieter voice.
"You... You remembered?"
"I had a dream. That sounds stupid, but yeah. I was in some random room and I was screaming and my head hurt and... I yelled for my mom and she showed up. So I assumed yeah."
"Oh." I could tell he was disappointed. He shouldn't be. I was the one who couldn't seem to remember anything.
Why couldn't I remember anything?
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Sincerely, Sara
Teen FictionSara Trithe is 14, and her life is finally seeming to come together, when it falls apart. Sara has a cancerous brain tumor and limited days ahead of her. How long can she keep her secret, and her life?