Chapter 1

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Delia's POV

Hi. My full name is Delia Rose Johnson, but people just call me Delia. When I was 6, I was diagnosed with stage 3 Nueroblastoma, and since then, it has gone away and come back 4 times. I'm now 15. Doctors say it usually never comes back like this, so they call me their special little fighter. Hopefully, tomorrow is the last time I have to go to another appointment (Im supposed to be getting better). I'm getting tired of this. Everyone feels sorry for me, and it's all they talk about. I'm sick of it. Yeah, I have cancer. So what? I'm still me, just with less beauty. And that's it... That's exactly it. Every ounce of beauty that I thought I had is gone. My hair, my eyelashes, my eyebrows... It's all gone thanks to cancer. It just strips away everything I thought I had... Cancer is my enomy, and one day I will defeat it. So what if I don't defeat it today? There's always tomorrow. I will not let this hideous disease cause the death of me. I know I'm stronger than that.

Enough about that... That doesn't define me as a person. I love music. It's my passion. Hopefully, one day when I'm out of this mess I can start writing again. And I love people. My favorite person is Grant Landis. He's the most beautiful person I've ever seen or heard. I saved my wish for him. i didn't want to waste it on something I'd regret. I waited for something to wish for. At first, I wished for my cancer to go away. And eventually it did, but then it came back... But, we've already arranged the date that we meet. It will be a while, because I want to meet him when I have hair. I haven't been to chemotherapy in over a month now. My doctors say I have been getting better, but I still need to check up often, so I have an appointment tomorrow morning.

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