The Journey That Is Life; A Teenage Perspective

Chapter 22- An Apple A Day Keeps The Doctor Away- Sometimes

     The only bright side to this situation is I get a free ride through chores, since I’m sick, I lay back and relax as people around me unpack there things. Kick back, relax, and think about the last week and its festivities, and especially earlier today’s festivities. "We'll go to the doctor in a week, if you keep acting like this." My mom said sternly, that’s odd, 5 minutes ago she was sympathetic.

     I sat up, "Acting? You really think I'm acting?" My voice was mean, but what can I say? She thinks everything I do is fake, I’m just 'acting', I'm sure she doesn't know the real me.

     "You've done it before, and don't use that tone of voice with me!" she yelled at me, I got up off the couch and went into her face like I’d usually do. Sure I've acted sick before to get a day or two off of school but I wasn't acting this time.

     "You've got to be kidding me, you're going to YELL at me, when I was trying to relax and feel better so I can do chores to make you happier later. Can’t I just sit for a bit?"

     "Yea, why don't I go to that too! Oh wait! I have responsibilities."

     "No you don't, no one asks you to do anything!"

     "Get to your room. Give me your phone. Give me your iPod." This is how she always ends our arguments when she knows I’m right. I never give up any of my electronics anyways, she some how forgets, but I do go to my room, and slam the door behind me. The sound of the door rang through my ears, making it louder than it really was; I dropped to my knees holding my ears until I opened my eyes, which my sight was blurred again. I was used to blurred sight from drinking, but this kind is different, and it hurt.

     I don't know how long I sat on my knees in the middle of my room, but enough time for my mom to come in and apologize. I raised my head from my hands, and looked up at her, she said sorry for yelling at me, and I said sorry for yelling at her. She left and came back with a cup of water and a few pills. I took them as quick as I could in hopes that the pain in my head and stomach would calm.

     I laid up in my loft bed, staring at my iPod screen, looking up symptoms for food poisoning, from there a few more links were clicked and somehow in the my ‘interweb surf=age’, I ended up on Brain Cancerous Tumour Symptoms, I got scared, and locked my iPod. But the light of the screen lit up; A FaceBook message from Oliver. I opened up my iPod, and waited a long minute for everything to load; during that minute I noticed a few cracks on the screen. It was probably from when I was intoxicated.

 I opened the message, and it read;

Oliver: I had a great time with you Maddi I really hope we do actually stay in touch and I miss you already  <3 :)

I smiled, and replied making sure I didn't mess up on my spelling;

Maddi: It was great meeting you! And I miss you too :)

He didn't reply for a while, so I went back to look at what my symptoms could be. And somehow every link I click to have something about cancer.

Was it all in my head? Or was I really getting sick- fast.