My Lust For Him

Scared But Not Alone

Kyle's POV

I hear Kiera crying so I go to her room to see what's wrong. I open the door, I see her some of her hair had just fallen out in a clump. I freeze, why didn't she tell me that she had cancer? I'm bombarded with all these thoughts and mixed emotions that I don't know what to do. Then I realize, she's scared, that's why she didn't want to tell me. I bet this hurts her a lot more than it hurts me. She's still crying and all I can think of is hugging and comforting her.

Kiera's POV

I'm so glad that Kyle understands that I wasn't trying to hurt him. I am just scared, about all of this. I understand how he feels, it's like Kylie and I. You think you know someone until you find out something about them and that makes you realize everything that you don't truly know about them. Something just has to happen and it ends up ruining a relationship. I'm so happy that he understands. The shock from his face disappeared and he walked over to me kissed my forehead and started to cuddle with me and comforting me.

God I love him. I'm glad that he's not mad at me for not telling him. I just didn't want him to pity me because of this stupid disease. I wanted him to see the real me, not one my stupid insecurities. It's the main challenge that I have in life, trying to hide it... now everyone's going to find out about me. They're probably going to feel bad for me and pity me because of it. I'm not that kind of girl, I don't like attention. That's all that cancer has given to me, a lot of fucking attention.

The comforting lasted for hours. I put a beanie on to hide the spot on my head where I had lost some hair. Kyle made me comfort food and I changed into comfortable sweats and slept for I don't know how long. I had a dream about my cancer finally letting me die. It was dramatic and I could hear my family's voice and Kyle's talking to me when I was dead. He was crying and he told me that they had saved our baby before I died. This all seemed way too surreal. I felt as if I was dying and water was seeping out of me. My life really is fucked up if these are my dreams and this is how I feel. I should probably get a therapist.

I woke up startled by my dream of me unconscious. I needed to finally breathe. I felt more comforted but I also felt as if something was missing, or something wasn't right. I realized that none of my dream was real, if it was then I would be dead, not bleeding where I usually get my period. Then the realization of what was happening struck me, I think that the blood was probably from something tragic that happened to my baby. I think that I'm having a miscarriage. My heart jumped in my rib cage and then sank in disbelief. Oh, no, I need to get to the hospital. This can't be happening to me now.

A/N: Sorry it's so short and that I left you guys on a cliffhanger... but hey, that's my specialty. Luv ya guys, I'll write more soon. Stay strong and face your fears.