White Box [under major construction]

Chapter One

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Chapter One

Lying on the hospital bed, I stared blankly out the window. It was snowing, as if God was telling me that the current whiteness of the hospital room wasn’t enough, that he must take away my only source of color.

I watched as the snow pelted against the glass; the small thuds matching the weak thumps of my heart. Thud. Thump. Thud. Thump. I continued to look, watching the snow slowly melt and roll down the window. I wanted to get out of bed and go closer to the window, to touch the frosted glass, feel its cold texture and let it freeze all the warmth I have left in me.

But I knew that no matter how much I wanted to get up, I couldn’t. Not without help at least.

My hands reached up towards my hair and pulled out the hair clip that was keeping my bangs off my face. I looked at the accessory in front of me, twisting it around in my hand, and pathetically hoping it’d provide me few moments of entertainment.

“Sumi, honey!” The curtain that was separating me from the gateway out of here opened, and my mom barged into the room with my dad behind her. “Your father and I, we have some news.” She let out a nervous chuckle as my dad walked over, slowly guiding my back up from the bed.

“I don’t need your help.” I said angrily. When I saw the hurt look in my dad’s eyes, I let out a small sigh. “What is it you want to tell me?”

“Well, the doctor changed your treatment, you’re going to take this new type of pill, and after you’ll ha—” I cut my mom off, because this was a little suspicious. The current treatment was just fine, it made me feel a lot better than I did before, so why bother changing it?

“Why? What’s wrong with the current treatment?” I interrogated.

“Well, they found this small new virus in you, but don’t worry, as long as you stick to the new treatment, it won’t worsen.” Her last words seemed like they were mocking me. Sumi, you’re never going to be cured, but don’t worry, because it won’t worsen.

“I’m going to die, aren’t I?” The room fell silent as those words left my mouth. The tension so thick you can push a blade through it. “You said the treatment will keep it from worsening, not kill it. How long do I have?” My voice was cold and calm.

It didn’t exactly come as a surprise, after staying in a hospital for three years; I knew there was little chance for me to ever leave. I was ready for death; it wasn’t as if anyone really cared. Well, at least not anymore. For the first month or two, my friends would come and visit me, but as time passed, they start coming in less frequently and by the time my hospital stay reached a year, the only people who still bothers to come into my room anymore are doctors, nurses, and occasionally, my parents.

“You’re not going to die.” There was firmness in her voice this time; my mother looked over at me, staring at me dead in the eyes.

“Stop denying it mother. Just let it out. It’ll hurt less if you say it now.”

“… Hurt less? How would telling your sixteen-year-old daughter that she’s going to die in a few weeks now different than if you were to tell her the next day? She’s still going to die and nothing would change!” It was the first time I’ve ever seen my mom so angry. But it didn’t matter anymore, because I was going to die.

“A few weeks, huh? That’s not too bad. Hopefully, heaven has more colors than this.” I let out a humorless laugh.

“That’s not too bad? Sumi! Are you not hearing yourself? What happened to the girl who used to tell me with such confidence that she’s going to beat the disease, that she was going to survive? Is that all you have to say? Do you not care about how other people feel? You’re not the only feeling pain—”

“She’s gone, mother! That’s not me anymore. I grew up. I refuse to waste my time daydreaming about the impossible. This is my fate, and this is reality.” I began, my voice getting louder, “Yes, of course I’m not the only feeling pain… But I’m the one who’s experiencing the most.” I trailed off, then proceeded to lied back down and pulled my blankets up,

“I’m tired.” Then in a smaller voice, “Please leave for now.” 

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It's chapter one and I'm already going off the prompt. oops. but oh well, this is my story so yeah. anyway, I hope you guys like the story and I'm really sorry but it's not edited so it's probably bad and stuff and also beware because she is 16 and the doctor's like 28 so yeah. mind the age gap. but don't let it prevent you from reading this tragic romance :3 also, just a small note. i can't write long things. so each chapter will be short. but there's a lot of chapters. so yeah. enjoy?

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