dying | c.h

Chapter One

I was pretty sure that if I rolled my eyes once more, that they would completely roll out of my head completely.
I was at the doctors, which seemed to be my most resided place other than my own home. I watched as my mom went over what the doctor said once more, making sure she heard the procedure the correct way.
Currently, I was in preparation for my trip to LA, my last dying wish, made happen and granted by the Genies, and was currently in the process of learning about what to do in case I somehow managed to pass out and fall on my head, even though I was well into my months of remission. I felt my moms arm shift, and her hand grab mine as the little old woman shuffled around to us and handed my mom a mustard yellow envelope.
"You're officially free to go," the woman paused, looking me in my eyes for what seemed like the first time in forever. "And don't forget to have fun, Miss White."
My mom waited until she left the room, before facing me and placing one of her plump fingers on my shoulder. I cringe at the motion, before lifting my head up and gazing in her direction.
"Are you sure you want to go on this trip?" she asked, her tone turning abruptly nervous and she began biting her lip most likely to distract herself from the thoughts stirring in her head, "We can stay home and watch Pretty Little Liars together."
I sigh, a noise that my mouth was almost to familiar with, and shake my head yes, not waiting another moment before walking out of the white room.
To say I was used to it, would be an absolute understatement. The nervousness of my mother every time we traveled alone, whether it be 7 miles away or 7000 miles away was common, and an everyday thing now.
And normally, I would back down from my mother, and allow her to have her way by keeping me locked in my room as if I was stuck in a modern disney film, but this time it was different. This time, I would be meeting four boys whom I cared deeply too much about to even think about passing up the chance to meet them. This time, I would be meeting 5SOS.

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Walking had never been as hard for me to accomplish until I realized that it was 10 1/2 hours until I would meet the boys who just so happened to save my life. My feet dragged along on the floor, my legs barely able to carry me to my plane seat, which now seemed 10 miles away instead of 10 feet.
"Need me to carry you?" a voice called from behind, and soon after I felt the strong hands of the voice carry me the few feet to my seat on the plane.
"Thanks." I breathe out, my mind still fluttering with the thoughts of what would be in store for my 5sos meeting.
"You okay, Char?" the voice, who now that I focused realized was my brother, Charlie asks.
I return the question with a simple nod and smile, my head aching from the amount of thoughts flowing through it at the time.
"Just relax, they'll like you." His voice cooed, my heart automatically slowing down it's pace, making me feel at ease.
"I hope so" I whisper, my head turning slightly to the window to watch as the airplane lifted us 100s of feet into the air. As I watch, I catch a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror and cringe at the sight. My once long and thick dark brown hair was now shoulder length and broken off, and my lively hazel eyes now were brown, and had bags underneath them.
I shut my eyes closed, trying not to let the reoccurring voices in my head tell me about my insecurities , and I focus on my brothers words.
"Just relax, they'll like you." I whisper to my self, as we began to fly off into the clouded, gray skies.

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A/N: Hai guys, Its Alisa. I haven't uploaded in a month so I decided to do one at 2am ok lol

sorry its so short and sorry if it seems like its going too fast too soon.