Her Last Wish

Chapter 3

Heeeeeeey Guys! :] Soooo. . I am so sorry this is late( Yeah, I know. One week late). My Internet is not working well right not x] Anyways, I know you guys want to skip my ranting, but there are some IMPORTANT STUFF I need to talk to you guys about. Soooooo

1. You guys are probably wondering why Alice's surname is mispelled. It's not. I did that on purpose :P

2. You guys are also gonna wonder why pain killer tablets work on her since she's suffering from stage 4 gastric cancer. Don't worry, there's a perfectly reasonable explanation for that. I'll explain it on one of the later chapters :)

3. Did you guys notice how Drew's last name "Hanson" sounds like "Handsome"?ROFL that was not on purpose x]

4. I was planning to enter this on the Watty Awards. Think this stands a chance? But I would hate to cast some hot guy who wouldn't look as beautiful as Drew.

Guess you just can't trust 14-year-olds( especially me!) and Internet servers can you? :P Okay, I'm gonna stop ranting now.

Thanks for all the fans, comments, as votes( I'm not a big fan of asking

You guys to vote. So only vote when

you feel like it =)) x] ) Enjoy! :)

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-Chapter 3-

"What were you thinking, Alice? Do you realize how much trouble you could have gotten yourself into?" my father growled, every trace of calmness gone.

I pressed my lips into a firm line, refusing to respond as my parents continued to reprimand me.

"Alice, why did you do that? You got us so worried! We thought you were . . ." my mother broke off, as she struggled to regain control over her emotions.

I quickly turned away, as my eyes began to sting once more. I dug my nails onto the edge of the couch, fighting to control the anger that wanted out.

"Answer us, Alice!" my father demanded, gripping my shoulders forcefully.

"William, stop it!" my mother pleaded, clasping my father's arm tightly.

I glowered at them, as I gave in to my anger. "What, dad? What do you want me to say? Do you want me to apologize because I'm going to die soon? Or do you want me to apologize for being your daughter?"

My parents fell silent.

My father took an involuntary step back, disbelief and uncertainty crossing his wrinkled features.

I wrenched my father's loosening grip off, shoving him away from me. "You know what? It doesn't even matter. All I ever wanted was to have at least an hour of being a normal teenager. An hour! But no, I can't even have that! You have no idea how much I just want to die, right now! I mean, who would even want this life? To have a mother who's always depressed whenever she sees you? And a father who hates you so much, he can't even bare to look at you!" I screeched, a sob escaping my dry throat as the emotions I have kept locked up for so long, fought its way out.

My parents stood frozen, hurt and bewilderment plastered on their faces. They held on to each other, as they took in every word I have spoken.

"Honey. . ." my mother began to say, her voice filled with sadness.

I scoffed angrily, cutting her off as I thrust my way past them. "Just don't, okay? Leave me alone!" I spat, angrily. "Have a happy life," I added sarcastically as I left, leaving my them dumbfounded.