Among The Great Fight [ON HOLD]

Chapter One: Saving Eliza

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE CHARACTERS, BOOKS, MOVIES ECT. ALL RIGHTS BELONG TO THEIR RIGHTFUL OWNER. HOWEVER I DO OWN MY OWN CHARACTERS AND MY STORY PLOT TO IT AND ANYTHING THAT I END UP WRITING.

I would also like to dedicate this book to Relievo. Go check out her book called The Dreamer's Cruse. She gave me the inspiration to write this!

Eliza name is pronounced: ( Ee- Liz- A ) Like how you start to say Elizabeth.

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There I lay on the familiar bed I grew up in. A bed with white sheets, a thin white blanket and white fluffy pillows. I look over towards the wall that lays by my side.

It's quite boring with a plain white paint job, but they have decorations of wall decals and signs about the human structure. Besides my bed are two green chairs with oak wooden legs and some wooden arms. Those chairs are filled with two figures- a man and a women. Both with dark circles under their eyes from the lack of sleep and both with worried expressions.

The women looks up, noticing my eyes are no longer closed. She gives me a faint smile and whispers to me, "How did you sleep?" I look up at the women looking straight into her emerald green eyes. They have a tilt of sadness to them like she had just lost someone close to her.

Looking at her hair, I see that her hair is messy like she has just gotten up out of bed. Her skin looks paler than usual and I know why. She has stayed by my side ever since I went into remission.

I have a type of brain cancer called Brainstem Gliomas. A type of cancer that doctors hate because my tumor cannot be surgically removed and instead I have to have radiation and chemotherapy. I feel extra bad for my mom because I overheard the doctors talking to my parents the other day. They told them that the chemo wasn't working. Ever since then, my mom has not left my side. The doctors have to practically kick her out so she can use the restroom and feed herself.

I give the women a weak smile before saying "Fine." I look at her once again. Her eyes barely able to keep open. My eyebrows form together while my nose crunches up. "Did you guys not sleep?" I ask already knowing the answer.

She nods before speaking, "It's fine sweetie we've got to make sure that our baby girl makes it through another night." She turns towards the man, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. The woman frowns. "Although this man." Her lips slightly curve up as she points at the crunched man, grueling in his sleep, "Has seemed to have fallen asleep."

I glanced over towards the snoring man. He has fair skin and dirty blonde hair. The shade of light brown but not quite that. Like the shade of dry sand almost.

We both giggle like two little girls on the playground being chased by a boy.

I often pretend that I don't know what's going on even though I do. I just can't stand to hear my parents cry. It makes my stomach turn and it gives chills up my back causing my heart to drop. I know they pretend to act strong even though their lives has turned upside down, and it's all thanks to me.

I know that it's not my fault due to the many visits to the therapy department, but I still can't help feeling like I messed up their lives. They would probably be better off if I wasn't here.

I notice two people talking outside my room through the big window. They have on blue scrubs, one with a lighter shade and the other with a darker shade and a long white lab coat. I can see them having a deep conversation as the one keeps nodding and rubbing their head in confusion as they look at the paper on the clipboard.

As they wrap up whatever they are talking about, I see them coming towards my door. Great more bad news. I thought. They open my door and faintly smile not uttering a single word. My heart sinks. Whatever it is I know it's not good; they couldn't even say a simple hello. "Amanda" One of the doctor say, "we need to talk to you and Steve." She swallows hardly and stares pass my mother her breathing abnormal and slow.