As the nurse is removing these tubes from my body, I think of what should I say and do when they come. My mom finished hanging all the posters in my room. I changed into some comfortable clothes. Braided my hair. And I look descent enough for a girl with cancer. Happy with what I've achieved.
The nurse, Jane, pulls out slowly the last needle and smiles at me.
"There you go , sweetheart. Everything's done." Jane says smiling at me.
"Thank you ." I say and smile back.
"No problem." She says." Whenever you need me with anything, just press this little red button beside the bed and I will be their." She adds.
"Okay." Was all I said before she stormed out of the room. Busy lady isn't she?
I opened the drawer beside my bed and got out my sketch book and my pencils . I started drawing wishing for time to pass by quickly and for it to be my turn . I drew a photo of them. Then some photos of each one of them. Then I started drawing some trees and nature in all. Then an idea clicked in my mind.
I got out my coloring pencils for some help. I started drawing those eyes I saw in the dream. Just the two of them . When I finished , I started coloring the eyes with the colors trying to make them look as real as possible.
Hours pass, minutes fly, and seconds tick by, (that rhymes lol) and I am still waiting . I have read some books. Listened to music. Drawn more stuff. And eaten a meal and still no one.
I took out my journal to write what happened with me lately. I wrote everything I liked and disliked about this situation. Everything I felt.
As I was writing the last sentence the door to my room swings open and I don't really look who came because mom is the only one that opened it that way.
"Mom. How many times do I have to tell you to knoc-" I stopped mid sentence when I looked at the people who entered the way mom does. But, they are defiantly not mom.
"Sorry." The first person standing says . I look up at him .
I new him.
Those are the same green eyes.
The same voice.
He is he.
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Hey beautiful people !!
I'm sorry for the late update. But here you go . Thank you all for reading my stories . Can't thank you enough.
Remember, your beautiful on your own way.
Love you all,
Angiexx
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Sorry
FanfictionSorry. A word that, London Hart, a 16 year old said a lot. To her parents, friends, everyone. Her life battling cancer is hard. But what happens when luck knocks on London's door? What happened when she falls in love? What happened when she is one s...
