The Deal

Chapter 1 ~

  Nobody has found a cure for cancer, in this world of brilliant minds. It can be treated, but there is no cure. When cancer is being treated, there is still a possibility the person fighting, can  die. That my mother can die.

Two Weeks Ago*

"Today is my doctor's appointment." My mom told me.

You might be wondering, why does this matter to me? Well it's because, in my 'so-called-life', I have nothing better to do than come to my mom's appointments as a way to get out of the house.

"You better hurry, it starts in an hour."  My mom said as she flipped a pancake  and perfectly landed it back on the pan.

As I looked at the clock, my mom was right. It was literally 9 am. Which is weird considering she told me right before the clock struck.

I ran up the stairs up to a door, with glittering green letters, 'A' and 'G'.

My initials. My name is, Ashylen Griffin.

I opened the door and automatically went straight to my dresser where I pulled out a fresh underwear, bra, a black hoodie, and ripped jeans.

I put the clothes on my bed and walked straight into the bathroom.

I stripped out of my clothes and took a long shower. Until I realized, out of thought, that it was a little bit too long.

So, I jumped out the shower. I put my clothes on and touched up my face with some makeup.

As I ran down the stairs, I fixed my hair into a high ponytail.

At the last step, I jumped off which officially declared me, downstairs.

"I am ready!" I chanted to my mother, who was in the other room.

"Ok, come eat!" My mom replied.

As I walked to the dining table the amazing smell of freshly made pancakes made my lips quiver and my stomach rumble.

Without hesitation, I sat down and within five minutes, all that was left was a single crumb.

I looked at the clock and we had ten minutes to get there. So we jumped in the car and drove straight to the doctor's office.

Not much was said in the car. My mom didn't like music, as it distracted her.

So, I plugged in my headphones, and decided to listen to Post Malone. Who knew, it would make me fall asleep?

I awoke to a dim voice, my mother's.

My eyelids fluttered ajar and I saw my mom's hands on my shoulders, shaking me.

"Come on! It's 10:08!"

Shit.

We ran into the building and took the elevator to the second floor, where we  opened the last door on the right.

Usually like my clumsy self, I tripped right on my face, or at least I thought I did.

Right before I hit the ground, strong hands cupped my waist. I was lifted up to a familiar, yet handsome face.

"Hey, neighbor."