Chapter 1

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*high school. Senior year*

(Christian P.O.V)

Only one week left. I can make it that long right? Surely. I haven't seen Chase all day and I wasn't sure whether I was happy about that or sad. It's strange, having feelings for your own personal bully. The only one who notices me besides my two best friends.

I was sitting in the gym leaning againist the bleachers drawing. Since it was the last week of school all of the students teachers let us do as we like as long as we stayed on school grounds and didn't destroy the school. I was drawing myself. It was to be my before picture. A picture of my bald head and pale face.  My blue eyes and frail frame. The back of the page will be reserved for my after drawing. When the cancer is gone and I am not sick anymore.

I was so in depth of drawing my picture that never noticed the shadow coming towards me; until my beanie was ripped off my heas and my sketch book kicked out of hands. Here we go again; another round. Now, I am not your normal victim of bullying. I don't just take it and walk away. I have a smart ass mouth and taunt him; which pisses him off more. I have a wicked sense of humor.

"Well hello there you bald freak. I have been looking for you all day." he says to me. I smile and look up at him sweetly.

"Oh my god babe! I missed you!" I say to him and jump up. Technically it wasn't a lie. I don't like that he bullies me but I do love his attention. Anyway I can get it. He pushes me againist the bleachers.

"Don't call me babe you freak!" he growls at me.

"Would you rather I call you sweet heart?" I asked faking innocence. He slaps me across the jaw and pain shoots through my face.

"I would prefer you shut the hell up freak!" he says.

"Is that all you can call me is a freak? Is that the only reason you bully me? Or is it something else? You have done nothing but call me names and give me an occasional slap here and there all of our high school years. But never; never have you given me a reason why you do it Chase and frankly I am curious." I say and I see a fault in his stance. He backs away from me and stares. He doesn't look angry or arrogant anymore. He looks nervous and unsure. And before he walks away from me completely I hear something that I will never understand.

"I'm sorry..." I hear him say.

The rest of the school week I didn't see him. It was like he was avoiding me. My two best friends Josh and Sarah noticed this too.

"I guess he got tired of you Christian. Found someone better." Josh said.

"Shut up!" I laughed. Josh and Sarah knows about my strange crush on him and they always tease me about it.

"Yeah! Found a new sexy victim." Sarah teased.

"Sarah! Your supposed to be on my side!" I said. She laughed and wrapped her arms around my waist and leaned her head on my shoulder. Josh put his head in my lap and I layed my arms over his stomach. We were sitting outside under a tree soaking up the sun.

"Do you still go to the doctors the Saturday after graduation?" Sarah asked.

"Yes. I have been doing regular rounds of chemotheraphy and radiation and having check ups weekly. Doctor Brown believes he caught the cancer in time before it could do permanet damag to me or kill me. Hopefully I will still have no surgeries in my future. Fingers crossed I will be cancer free!" I say. I am positive I will get better.

"Thats great man! Fingers crossed and toes crossed and legs crossed and eyes and anything else I can cross!" Josh says and buries his face in my stomach laughing.

We all start to laugh. I am so lucky to have friends like mine.
*four years later*
Beeep beep beep.

I groan and roll over in my bed to slap the alarm off. It's a new day! I roll out of bed to go take a hot shower.

I stand in front of my mirror staring at my body.  I smile at my reflection. While my body is small in size it is healthy. It is still pale but not sickly pale. My hair is chocate brown and I wear it long framing my face. I run my fingers through it over the scar I feel on my scalp but it is invisible but still a sign that I am a survivor.

I run my fingers down my chest over my tattoos. My body art. I am happy. Even after years of being cancer free and survived I am still amazed I am here. That I survived what most people become a victim of death of. I never take my days for granted and I live everyday to the fullest.

I get ready and head to my first job. My tattoo job. I loved to draw and I decided to take that and apply my art to peoples skin. Their skin becoming my second canvas besides paper. I also get to work with one of my best friends; Sarah. She is the piercer in the shop and one of my frequent canvases.

"Hey Sarah!" I greet her happily and place a sloppy kiss on her cheek.

"Gross! You practically slobbered all over my cheek!" she sheirked and wiped it off.

"That hurts. Wiping my love off of you." I placed my hand over my heart and exagerrated my actions.

"Oh please! Save that love for a sexy man candy." she smiled and rolled her eyes.

"If only one was worthy for all this sexiness." I sighed. She laughed at my statement. We quickly set up our stations and waited for our first customers. The hours pass quickly in the shop it feels like. Before I knew it it was time for me to leave for my second job.

I hug Sarah goodbye and walked to the bar around the corner. It was a big bar and always busy from the time it opens until it closes.

I walk in and head straight to the bar. I take off my jacket and lay it under the bar and get straight to work.

"Come on Christian! When are you going to give me a chance!" my most favorite customer slurs at me. I roll my eyes at him and shake my head.

"Every time you come here and ask the same question. And everytime it will be the same answer. I just don't feel the same about you." I say. He pouts and stumbles onto the dance floor to find another person to take home with him.

I shake my head and grab his glass and wipe up the mess he made. In my side vision I see another body sit down.

"Just a moment I will be right with you." I say. I bend down and toss the towel back onto the counter and turn back to greet the customer.

There I am met with a pair of eyes I never thought I would see again.

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