Scars. (tfios fanfic)

Chapter two

"Hey mom"

"Hey sweetie how's it going?"

"Okay the weather has been nice here lately"

"And what about support group?"

Uh-oh I've only been to one support group meeting so I'm not really sure how it's been going.

"Um it's pretty good the people are friendly"

"Hazel?"

"Yes?"

" I know you haven't been going, David called me and asked why you hadn't been coming and if you were feeling all right.

Damn it. David is the leader of the support group. It's kinda weird coincidence how him and Patrick both had ball cancer and are both leaders of a support group I've been in.

"Mom you don't under-"

She cuts me off before I can finish.

"Look Hazel one if the rules we had about you moving to Amsterdam was that you had to go to a support group. You can just stay inside and be a hermit your whole life

"Everything reminds me of him. I can't go outside my house without the memories flooding my brain."

"Hazel if being in Amsterdam isn't helping you I think you should just come home."

" You know I can't go home mom. It just makes everything worse."

"It's time you find some closure. If you aren't willing to go to support group then I think you should try something else."

"Like what?"

"Well um you like to read so maybe you could write a book about your life."

I could hear the uncertainty in her voice. She was nervous of how I was going to react.

"Mom, you know I'm a reader. I like to let other people do the writing, get it published, then I buy it and let my eyeballs read it. It makes me sound lazy but I love that part the most."

"Please just think about it. I think you'd like it."

I've had enough of this already. Why would I want to write a book about my life, it would just bring up more painful memories.

" I gotta go now bye mom love you."

"Bye Hun love you too! Remember to think abou-"

Then I hit the end button and just like that she's gone. I was looking around and noticed what a mess my house is right now. So I decided to clean up a little.

Ugh I was exhausted for no apparent reason. So I just sprawled down all over my couch and watched ANTM. I could feel myself slowly drifting into a deep sleep.

I woke up the next morning it took a while for my eyes to adjust to the light shining through the window. I saw the oxygen tank sitting in the corner. It was hiding behind a chair but I could still see it. Sometimes I wonder why I keep that thing. I mean it's not special, in fact it was a pain in my ass for years.

I guess I sorta took my moms advice and went out to the coffee shop about two blocks away.

Klaarwakker Cafe, which is wake up cafe in English.

I step inside, it's packed with people and there is the sound chattering filling the room.

I'm just dozing off until I can feel it. Someone is staring at me. I finally catch sight of him. He has dark hair, light eyes, and I have to admit an awesome jawline. He's still staring at me and he knows that I've seen him.

I'm in a daze until the barista's high squeaky voice breaks the barrier "Hi welcome to Wake up cafe! May I take your order?"

I can still feel his eyes glaring at my back. It takes me a second to respond. "Uhm yeah I'll have a 16oz vanilla latte"

"Okay coming up right up! What's your name dear?"

"Hazel"

"I'm sorry but can I have your full name someone else is also waiting for that name"

"Yeah I guess it's hazel grace"

"Okie dokie!"

And then she's off to make my coffee. My god this guy keeps staring at me, Who the hell is he!?

"JOSHUA" the lady screeches.

Oh my god here he comes walking toward me

"Excuse me"

"What?"

"You're in my way"

Whoops I just realized I was standing in front of the bar where people pick up there coffee.

"Oh sorry"

I quickly shuffle out of his way. Then my name is called as he turns around to grab his coffee. I want to grab mine but I feel like that'd be awkward, so I just waited which was really weird cause it shouldn't take a minute to grab a cup of coffee. Finally he turns around and starts heading to the door.

Then I just suddenly blurt out "Why were you staring at me?"

He turns around and his lips part as the words flow out of his mouth "I enjoy looking at beautiful people." With a slight smirk on his face he continues to walk out the door.