Trapped (Read description because I'm a loser)

One

THIS CHAPTER HAS SORT OF, NOT REALLY BEEN EDITED.

"Why are you always so crabby?" Alex was pacing throughout the hospital room, hands behind his neck as he nervously blew hair out of his face.

Cancer. Plenty of people have it. But too many people have it. It's that one word, two syllables, that I can guarantee everyone hates. I for one, would know. I have leukemia. I have for a while now. Seven years. Most people don't even live this long. With my luck, I'd think that I'd already be dead.

When I was eight years old, my brother Brody had made plans with my parents to go look at colleges. He had been seventeen. A senior in high school, graduating in the summer. I had been at my grandmother's house for that weekend. It was just one town away from one of the colleges Brody wanted to look at. It was Saturday, only one day into their weekend away when my grandmother got a call.

It was around six thirty when the hospital had called. My grandmother and I had been eating dinner while watching the news. I was surprised by what the reporter said. I had been hoping it was some one else's parents. It couldn't have been mine, right? They were safe and sound with my brother in some hotel, probably eating my dad's favorite, Chinese take out.

Of course I was wrong. An eight year old girl could only hope, right? My parents faces had jumped onto the screen, along with Brody's as well. Videos of the car flipping, rolling into a ditch, an ambulance showing up quickly but not fast enough. It was all too much. I tried to focus on what the lady was saying.

"This is Stacy Smith reporting live to you from the ditch on June Pass. We have here and car that hit black ice and spun around. The small car had smashed right into the fence by the ditch and cut though, landing the three passengers stuck upside down. Thirty seven year olds, Judy and Ethan Collins had been passengers when seventeen year old son, Brody Collins hit the ice. The car had tipped onto the right side where Judy and Ethan Collins had sat. They had died immediately from blood loss. Brody Collins has a severely injured leg. This is Stacy Smith reporting to you live. Back to you, Connor."

Brody had been in the hospital for two months with his leg injuries. He had almost torn it off. He was in a wheelchair for just over a year. We had a cousin become our new guardian and our grandmother helped us out with money issues until Jared, our cousin, had gotten on his feet. He was a little bit older than Brody. Jared had been in his second year of college. He's now working for this big business firm and travels a lot. He isn't our guardian anymore. When Brody turned eighteen he became legally in charge of me.

We had found out about my cancer just a couple months before my parents had been dead for a full year. Brody had been on crutches at that time and he was scared about having to pay for his physical therapy and hospital bills for me. Our grandmother really helped us out then. She agreed to pay for my bills while Brody would have to pay for his.

I had gotten my first surgery when I was ten. I was scared for my life. That's when Brody started telling me stories about our mom and dad. Stories about their time before I was born. Now whenever something big happens for one another, we tell stories about them. We just remember the good times.

After a while of me in and out of the hospital, Brody started to blame himself for our parents death. He started thinking that just because he was driving meant that he could've done something. He started thinking that if he didn't plan that trip at all that nothing wouldn't have happened. But it did. Brody still sometimes thinks he killed them.

"All I want from them is to be let out of this damn hospital, and nobody seems to know that. That's all I want," I said back.

"Well they're not gonna let you out until you're leukemia free, Hanna," Alex snapped.