Till Death Do Us Part

Chapter 3

Another clump of my brown hair ends up in my hand. Another handful just gone. A tear drips from my jaw line where it made a trail from my eye. Loud sniffles and cries escape my mouth. "Quinn? Are you okay in there?" Mom knocks on the bathroom door. I stare at the clumps of hair that lie on the floor. Stupid cancer and chemotherapy. You did this to my hair! "Quinn! Open the door right now!" She bellows from outside the door.

"I'm fine, mom. I am just loosing more of my hair." I mutter, rubbing the big bald patches on my head where hair used to be.

I hoist my self off the cold linoleum next to the bathtub and open the door to reveal a sad Mom. "Oh, honey." She cries then wraps her long arms around me. After she let's go of me I stare into the mirror. Almost all my hair was gone. I look so...ugly! I burst out crying.

"It's okay. Everything's okay!" Mom hushes me. "Do you want to just shave the rest of your head so you won't have those patches?" I nod slightly. Mom comes out of her bathroom with an electric shaver that will make me completely bald. My hair won't grow back either. She turns on the switch and it makes a soft buzz noise. I flinch as she brings it to my head. The soft buzz gets louder as she strips me of my hair. My brown, long hair floats to the floor. My phone buzzes on the sink counter that is in front of me.

"Hold still!" Mom scolds as I reach for my phone. 1 New Message From Jason

Ah, Jason. He has been so supportive lately. He acts like my boyfriend, although he isn't. I wish! He is just my dreamy best guy friend. Why can't he be more than that? I have known him for a few years. I met him when I was a freshman; I'm now a junior. I probably looked like a freak to him. My scrawny self in front of him with my gross, dirty brown hair, my unstylish clothes, and dirty face. That was the year I still liked getting down and dirty. It was 6th period and I had ran into him in the hallway. My books flew everywhere. Of course, he helped me with my books. I remember his exact words: "Sorry 'bout that. By the way, your beautiful." My cheeks became red and hot. After that day everything changed. He always walked me to my classes, he occasionally sat with me at lunch, drove me home, he even threatened to kick a Junior's ass one day because he pushed me down. All the girls at school adored him with all their heart. They thought he was gorgeous. He was. His beautiful brown hair, his golden chestnut eyes, his muscles. He was a football player and half of the girls would watch him practice. Most girls were jealous of me, being able to talk to him whenever I wanted and all. He had always been so nice to me. I don't even now why.

Jason: hey Quinn what's up

Me: i will show you

I take a silly picture of my mom shaving my head and send it to him.

Jason: why are you shaving your head??

Me: more of my hair fell out and I had random bald patches and it looked bad so we are shaving the rest off.

Jason: you look so beautiful

Me: oh shush

Jason: meet me at the park when your done?

Me: okay.

Jason: okay :)

"You guys are adorable." Mom speaks from behind me, turning off the shaver.

"We're just friends, mom." she rubs her hand on my head, brushing away stray hairs. Chills run through my spine as her cold hand contacts my skin.

"You guys would be cute together." I laugh. "Your so darn pale!" She booms, holding me by my shoulders. I giggle at her. "But, your beautiful! Go get ready for the park." I give a small kiss on her cold cheek and go to my room. So cold.

I stare at myself in the mirror. I pulled on a black sweatshirt, some jeans, and some white high top converse. I run my hand on my head.  Me: on my way

Jason: see you then, beautiful

"Be careful. Call me when you need picked u-" I interrupt mom from my loud coughing. My lungs give up on me sometimes and it makes me cough a lot. I had already been sent to the hospital once because I couldn't breath from my lungs and cancer. "Just, be careful Quinn. I love you."

"I will be fine. Love you." I slam the car door and turn. I already see Jason swinging on the swings alone, looking at his phone. He looks up as I walk to him. He says something but I can't hear because my coughing gets to strong, until I can't breath.

"Jason! I-i can't brea-breath!" His eyes widen. He grabs me by the shoulders. I hold my chest.

"Someone! Call an ambulance!"