Chapter 12

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**LUKE'S POV**

I look in the mirror and look at the mess I have become in the past hour. I lift a bottle of vodka to my mouth and drink the last few drops. I lift the glass bottle above my head and the throw it at the mirror causing both the mirror and the bottle to smash with the glass falling to the ground in tiny pieces.

I pick up the letter that the doctor gave me today at my appointment. I could feel my eyes watering for about the tenth time today but refused to let the tears fall.

"Dear Mr Hemmings,

As you are aware we have recently found a tumour in your throat"

It's so cliche the fact that the band I'm in have just gotten famous and I'm finally happy with my life something terrible happens to me.

I walk through to the kitchen and open another bottle of vodka.

I sit on my bed and just think. What if they can't get rid of the tumour? what if I can't sing again or be a normal teenager? What if I have to stay in hospital and miss the single release, the album release?

I could be one of the lucky ones but then again, I could be an unlucky one.

I could die. This could kill me. I could die at 19.

I don't think I will tell anyone I have this. I tell one person and it will be in the paper the next minute. I'm keeping this to myself.

I sip the vodka again and try to forget the day, to forget what I've been told, what's to come and what could have been.

Why me.

(A/N I know it's not long but it's the best I can do just know, sorry x)

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