A Living Fancy

Diagnosis (Pt.2)

When he flipped his papers, his face went blank and then he calmly and sadly said," Ms.Mastisson we found cancer in your brain from our recent Ct scan." My heart died once again but this time it wasn't like before I was so shocked and overwhelmed

I flatlined.

* Hours Later *

When awoke I didn't want to see the world, it seemed like every time it feels like I find myself it's like.. Life just keeps fucking with me. I never wanted any of this especially the cancer, but it seemed like god let me be revived for a reason maybe this wasn't my ending maybe this was a new beginning but how many of those were I going to start?

I wanted to check out of this hospital, but I didn't have the time to wait for a cab. I unplugged myself from the monitors and unzipped my gown then I just walked out my room completely naked. I needed to find scrubs.

I ran to the nearest supply closet and slipped on some scrubs and covered my face when I got to the entrance of the hospital I walked out and seen an ambulance truck. I hopped in surprisingly nobody was in there and then I just drove off, I wasn't worrying about the trouble I was going to be in I needed to see someone that I never thought I would go to see in Billions of years.

My Father, he owned the Mastisson Dance Academy. I drove there and walked inside just the way I left the hospital with wrinkled scrubs. He was in a dancing studio rehearsing a routine that as familiar to me because he always taught me this routine.

When I walked in the studio paused including my fathers face he said," Carly... What are you doing here?" Then he tried to hug me, I pushed back and said," just stop the only reason I'm here is because I have.... Cancer and-" I got choked up in my words I started to cry.

This was just unbelievable pregnant with cancer? That's got a nice ring to I sarcastically thought. When my father saw me crying that's when I wrapped his arms around me, I reacted quickly but punching him in the face. I still haven't forgave him for the things he's done to me in the past, when he got up the only thing he said was," why?"

But that was a question I couldn't answer, but after that he didn't try anything else. Once he got up he took me to this diner and we ate there with an awkward silence.

Then he finally said," how are you dealing with the cancer?" I rolled my eyes then just replied," it was diagnosed today there going to be running tests." I left out the part where I stole the ambulance truck.

But it seemed like even though I was treating with the littlest of respect he still was intrigued to listen.

That's when Tyler walked in the diner I stopped speaking and took immediate precaution.