Down-Hearted Syndrome

Chapter One

School is like Judge Judy, ask stupid questions, recieve stupid answers, and hope nobody gets locked up. Although, I have the choice to go to court or not. I'm the luckiest unlucky kid out there. That's right, Sal Burns: Official Un-lucky 'Lucky' Kid..

That's a pretty crappy title.

I'm lucky because I don't have to go to school. I'm unlucky because of my reason...

I have cancer. Malignant Fibrous Histiocytoma of Bone and Osteosarcoma, to be exact. I've had it all of my life, and let me tell you; it sucks.

Within two hours of birth they had me in the ER, a huge mask covering my face. As soon as they realized what I had, they told my parents something. She still won't tell me what they said.

I now hobble around on one leg, they had to amputate the other due to some... Excessive infection. Because of that, I'm not athletic. Because of that, I'm not popular. But, that's okay. I have friends, they keep me company in the hospital.

One time, I was talking to them, and my doctor came in. He asked what we were doing, wide eyed. "Talking, why?" He only stared at me longer, just to loudly talk into his headset. "He's talking to himself again."

Turns out I'm also schizophrenic.

Which, is a big problem when I'm alone at the hospital. It gets really loud, but nobody else can hear it.

Until I talk back, that is. To be honest, it's scary when youre just minding your own business, and the little voices in your head come to life. They form shapes and ungodly monsters, spinning in your head and getting behind your eyes.

At least, that's what it feels like. They aren't really there...

If they were real, my doctors wouldn't worry so much. They wouldn't put me under anesthetisa and try to pull the voices out with tweezers. They wouldn't send me to therapy right after 3 rounds of Kemo.

I'm the Unlucky-Lucky