Random Bits of My Brain

A Piece of Imperfection

Clare the Cancer Patient and the Pessimistic Writer

"A piece of imperfection in the world of perfection," Clare says. "Huh, her picture looks pretty good."

She holds up a magazine with Amelia Farly's face on it. Mel, as the press calls her, has her hair done in a casual side braid with a thin pearl headband. Clearly her designer was going all out for an angelic look in honor of her new album, Almost Angelic. She had a cute little white lace tank top with a white layered cream skirt completed with white daisy flip flops. What represented her "imperfection" was a single lock of pure black hair not in place, instead on the other side of the way her head was turned. She had an incredibly sweet smile and another shot showed her sniffing a daisy the way a child would, face in and all.

"Yeah she looks cute," I reply indifferently. Inspecting herself in the mirror and noting the lack of hair she had, Clare sighed.Watching her, I felt a sharp pain in my heart at how despondent she looked.

Clare, unlike most of the patients in her group, was a major pessimist. She didn't understand why you should try spending your tiem trying to be happy when you could just complain about anything you want and people can't say anything about it because she'd dying.

Changing the subject quickly, I asked,"so has the press found any trash on her yet?"

Clare gave a sarcastic scoff and replied,"yeah right. Unless by trash you mean finding her sitting down to have lunch with a homeless man at a street corner in downtown New York."

Rolling my eyes at her rude tone, I grapped the magazine and flipped to the article. Clearing my throat, I read out loud,"'At the latest interview with Farly, she showed up 5 minutes late. With leaves in her hair. And a ripped jacket. When questioned as to what happened, she shrugged and said,"I decided to take the subway."'" Stopping to laugh, I glanced at Clare who as predicted, was tapping away at her century old laptop. Sighing once again, I continued reading to myself. Farly reported that as a child, she loved fantasy. That's where she got her inspiration for her newest hit, Angels in my Dreams. Her mother said that Farly was very dreamy as a child and loved singing even then. Due to experiences with poverty, Farly is very generous and is often found sitting on street corners while sharing KFC with the homeless." Nodding a little, I looked up again to find that Clare was asleep. Smiling a bit, I got up, put her laptop on the side table, and tucked her in. Quietly closing the door behind me, I went home.

Amelia's P.O.V

Fame has made me a great actress.

It has progressive gotten easier for me to act like I wasn't sick, like I wasn't in pain. To the worlld, I am Amerlia Farly, the angel of the music industry. They didn't know what I was dealing with at home. None of them did. I'm surprised no one's asked about my history yet.

Pain in numbed in time. But never erased.

Author's Note:

Well that ended on a cheerful note. Here's just another idea I got. It's based heavily off The Fault In Our Stars. That book just broke me. I've had so many ideas but this one just isn't sharp enough so I won't be writing a summary. Anyhoo, laters!