One Broken Heart **DO NOT READ RN DRASTIC EDITING**

Prologue

**This story is in editing**

Prologue:

My first surgery was here. Everyone has been going on and on about this day for weeks now. Some try and soothe me, explaining how everything is going to be alright and that they'll be waiting on the other side with cookies and treats. Others sit alone and bawl, when I peep my head around the corner to see why, they send me away. I'm too painful to look at.

My hair has long been gone and small uneven tufts of fuzz sit sadly on my bald head. I'm skin and bone and you can now trace every rib along my chest with your fingers. My skin is pale, almost translucent. Sometimes I sit and run my eyes along the tangling veins beneath it.

I have had cancer for over two years now. A brain tumor to be exact. A small malignant brain tumor unreachable by operation. Until now at least. I was diagnosed with anaplastic astrocytoma when I was five years old. It's a grade III type of astrocytoma and typically very difficult to remove due to the tentacle like structure burying itself into the brain. That's why they never operated on me before. At such a young age my chance of survival is 33%. I have a 1/3 shot of coming out of this surgery alive.

I have been on numerous testable drugs, the ones typically known not to work in the cancer world. I also have been through a tough life of radiation therapy. With everything I have endured I'm happy to know my tumor has significantly shrunk, but.... My condition is worsening. People typically survive 2-3 years with the disease when not cured completely. Surgery is my last result.

"Kristen? Sweetheart are you ready?"

I glanced over at my kind nurse Amelia. I solemnly nodded my head, but I wasn't ready. I didn't care what anyone told me. Even as a seven year old, I have still spent two years in and out of hospitals and cancer treatment centers, I know how these things go. I'm never gonna make it. Besides, all my hope was lost when I overheard my parents on the phone trying to choose and appropriate cemetery.

Amelia approached me with a tray containing two needles and two small viles. She smiled at me as she picked up the first needle. I withdrew my arm and she carefully placed the sharp tool into the inside of my elbow. She then pushed the newly drawn blood from the needle into the empty vile. I watched the red color swish around while she drew the liquid from the second vile into the new needle and inserted it in my other arm.

"Now this is going to make you sleepy. You'll take a nice nap and wake up when it's all over. Sound good?"

I smiled in response and as she was about to leave I abruptly stopped her. "Amelia?"

Her swift uniformed figure turned around and watched me.

"I guess this is goodbye?" I frowned

It took a moment before a small tear escaped her eye and she wiped it away. She approached me, placing a dainty kiss upon my forehead. "Goodbye Kristen"

She was gone without another word.

I felt my eyes slowly become heavier and heard the large doors to my room open loudly. Painfully turning my head, I watched as my mother burst in and to my side. Tears were rapidly falling down her cheeks and she was gripping my hand tightly.

"Kristen baby, I love you so much, you know that right?"

Nodding a tear slipped from my eye.

"No matter what happens today, I'll always be with you, understand?"

I smiled slightly, "Goodbye mommy."

Just then, my eyes became too heavy to hold open and I closed them for good. I wasn't quite asleep yet though. I could feel myself being lifted into an operational bed and felt a new IV chord being plugged intomy wrist. I could hear my mother loudly sobbing and the wheels of my bed creak down the hallway.

Suddenly a wave of fear, strength, and something else I couldn't quite name washed over me. I fluttered my eyes open one more time and saw two new figures standing beside me. One being my best friend Louis. At the sight of his bright eyes I finally broke down and began crying. No one deserves this, no one deserves to loose me along with their happiness.

Louis jumped down from his mothers hip and approached me.

"Promise your going to wake up and be all better and we can play again!" He exclaimed.

"I promise." I mumbled.

But it was a promise meant to be broken.