8:30 pm
I know staring at my ceiling isn't going to fix my fucked up life but then what will. Please someone tell me because I would do just about anything. I don't know how to fix this. What? you may ask. Everything.
Suddenly I hear the phone ring downstairs. I pick myself up off of the carpet in my room and run downstairs. I pick up the phone, only to be met by a strangers voice.
"Hello is this Ms. Kylie Sanchez." The stranger said.
"Yes, may I ask who I am speaking to." I used my polite voice.
"I am Dr.Helverson from Sydney Hospital. I have some news
to tell you.....about your mother." I shifted the phone to the other ear.
"Look if it's about another bar fight I am pretty sure she can deal wi-" He cut me off.
"Ms.Sanchez your mother had lung cancer and her liver is shutting down." My mouth fell and I could feel my eyes get glossy. I could not bring my self to say anything even though there was a million questions going through my head.
He continued. "She has what is called small cell lung cancer which................." He started going into all this detail about how aggressive this kind of lung cancer but I just tuned him out. I feel like no of this is real, like I am in some sort of trance. I refuse to believe this. He then said something that caught my eye.
"Your mother condition is very very bad and it's is to late in her stage to do any kemmo therapy or medication..." He explained.
"What are you trying to say doctor?" I said my voice cracking. A tear rolling down my face as I wait to hear the one thing dread.
He sighed. "The other doctors and I have came to the conclusion that...your mother only has about a month to live. I am so sorry." That was the last thing I heard before I dropped the phone to the floor.
The tears won't stop coming. They keep falling harder and harder every passing moment. I sit on the floor completely dumbfounded as to what going on. I keep pinching my skin to see if this is some sort of twisted dream. I am drowning in hiccups and short breathe. I am practically blind due to my swollen eyes and blinding tears.
I am able to build enough strength to crawl up the stairs and onto my bed. Nothing but loud sobs and muffled screams fill the room.
I do nothing but fuck up my life. I knew from a young age that the mom I once knew was gone but at least I still got to look at the same face that used to sing to me and kiss my forehead. I was still able to hold on to something. I will truly now have nothing exempt my four only friends who will probably get sick and tiered of me and my drama.
I decided to get up off my bed and try to walk around. As I walk around my empty house I come across a room. Room that I haven't step foot in since I was a child. I hesitantly turned the nod and opened the door.
I looked inside real quick and took a step into my moms room.
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Fanfic"You'll take my heart and I'll take take your hand and we'll run as fast as we can."
