To have just one more day

Chapter 1

June, 2nd

As I lay here in my hospital bed, many things come to mind. I'm only 17 and still have yet to see and explore the world. There's only one problem, I'm dying. I was around 14 when we received the call. I knew something was wrong just by the look on my mothers face. The horror that came upon her delicate face. She let out a shrill that sent chills up my spine, that's the moment I knew something was wrong. Turns out I had an improbable brain tumour and was told I was going to live for the next 2 years, no longer. I have surpassed this, it's been three years now, but I can feel my times running short. There's days when I don't want to fight much longer, but I know I must. My younger sister, Teah needs me. She needs to understand that when things get tough you must continue to stride on. She's the light that I look up to when the pain is too much to handle, call me crazy, but I believe she's the motivation that led me to where I am today, a living human being.

The past few days have been dreadful. No appetite, puking 24/7, due to the continuous rounds of chemotherapy. Today, surprisingly, is going fairly well. I woke up at around 8:30, ate some scrambled eggs and a hash brown and gazed out the window praying for a miracle, praying to have just one more day to be healthy again to be the Scarlett that everyone once knew. My face was round, my big blue eyes filled with hope, my body frame and height average and my long brown, wavy hair would fly, carelessly every now and then in the wind. I was always the life of the party, laughing and cracking jokes. Looking at my reflection now I see my sullen cheeks, my eyes sunken in, showing all the hard times, my brown hair that was once long and wavy, frail and slowly withering away . Though I may look like I have given up, I have not, most days I don't feel strong I feel like there's 1000 pounds on my back, but I stride on. It's so hard to stay positive when you feel like the next day you will no longer be able to see the sunlight shimmering into your room, the air in your lungs no longer there. Somehow I manage to stay semi-positive. Don't get me wrong of course I don't believe that I'm going to live forever, but I have faith. Anyways I must end my journal entry now. My mothers walking in with some fresh orange juice, until next time ~Scarlett ❤️

Hi there! Thank you so much for choosing to read my novel I am sure you will enjoy what is yet to come!! So right now things don't look too promising for Scarlett. Do you think things will begin to look up for her? Please feel free to leave comments and some constructive criticism. Please make sure to vote and yeah just enjoy the book!