Tragedy

Bella

     Breaking the silence in the room, Dr. Watters came in. I can see by the look on her face that the results are not good.
     "Bella, I am sorry to say this, but you have stage three leukemia." She pittied.
     I took a deep breath in, trying to process this new information. "When does treatment start?" I mumbled, my voice breaking.
     "We can start in about a week at the earliest. Does that sound doable?"
     "As far as I know I can. I'll have to check."
     "Alright, well, if you need to push it back, email me," she said, giving me her business card with her email and phone number. "Thank you for coming in Bella. You can get though this. I know you will. For now, just take care of yourself. I'll see you in about a week. " Said Dr. Watters.
     "Ok, bye." I tried and failed at a miserable attempt to smile.
     I got out to my car and head home, mind racing. My parents died in a crash on Tuesday. I don't think I will ever get used to knowing my parents are gone.
     I get home to find I've gotten three new messages. "I wonder who it is." I mumble sourly.
     Remember our deal. I better not see you tomorrow.
   
     I heard you're sick. I hope it's true.

     Here's a friendly reminder to start your day! No one likes you!
  
  I throw my phone across the room and lay on my bed wondering how my life got so shattered. How now, I'm just a girl to pitty and pray you don't end up like her. I finally got up, stopped pitying  myself, ordered a pizza, watched a couple movies, and tried to have a decent night.

One week later
      After packing and getting ready for treatment, I grabbed my bags and took one last, long look at my house. I had taken all my decorations off the walls and packed them, making the walls look bare. I sighed, closed and locked the doors, and left for the hospital.
     I got at the hospital about an hour later. I checked in and waited to be put in a room.
     While listening to my music I hear someone try to talk to me. I take out my earbuds and look over. A boy about my age was sitting next to me. When did he get here?
     "I'm sorry. What did you say?" I asked the boy.
     He chuckled a bit. " I said, what're you here for?"
     "Leukemia. You?"
     "Melanoma. But I'm not too scared of it."
     "How? I mean, I was diagnosed last week and I still haven't come to terms with how shattered my life has become."
     " Shattered, really? What made it shattered? Anyway, I just have a very blessed life."
     "I had an amazing life and was very grateful for it. Just as everything was coming together, it fell apart. My best friends turned to bullies, my parents were killed in an accident, and I was diagnosed with leukemia, so I guess you could say my life is shattered. What's your name by the way?
     "Noah. You?"
     "Bella Rose?" My name was called from the front desk.
     "That's me! Cafeteria later?"
     "Sure." He grinned.
   
    

A.N. Wow I am bad at writing long chapters. Y'all give me your opinions. Did I do okay or nah? Anyway, I am so excited to see where this book goes. Okay guys see y'all later, byeee!!❣️❣️❣️