I'm Ok

C H A P T E R - T H R E E

Later on I didn't talk to anyone. Not even Valerie.

Around 3 in the morning I woke up with a huge pain coming from my head and chest. I screamed to wake up my family. They burst into my room and I continued to scream in pain which wasn't a good idea. It was like a grenade going off. Dad drove as Mom called the hospital. Valerie was telling me how everything was going to be 'okay'. Total bullshit. Everything hurts. Not gonna lie if If I died right now, I would've been happy.

I woke up in the ICU. I could hear so much beeping and it smelled like bleach. I hit the red button feeling weak.

"Hi Kristen, I am your Nurse Bella." I sighed.

"Hi, I just wanted to let you know that I am up." I said. "I'll be right up." I closed my eyes, feeling little pain. I felt pretty tired. My parents burst into my room, the Nurse and Valerie following behind.

"Oh honey, look at you." Mom said. How can I look at myself?

"Kristen apparently you had poor oxygenation. Which causes your lungs to swim with fluid." The nurse said.

Apparently it was a half a liter. A FREAKIN HALF!!! I was drained from this tube that went to my chest into a plastic bladder thingy. I had a PET scan a day later. Finding some good news, no tumor growth. Which was good I guess. Stupid oxygen. My doctor said I couldn't go to school for a week which was fine by me. As long as that means I can stay in my room to watch my show and movies.

So for the past week, I did some online shopping for my room, read a lot of books, ate every now and then, and watched Umbrella Academy and all the MARVEL movies. Valerie told me all about her 1st day of school at dinner. I didn't listen. I didn't even care. One day we're all going to die and no one will remember us. I just poked my food around, not that hungry. Dad was in his office doing some work, Mom cooking cookies. I didn't feel hungry anymore so I went upstairs.

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School Day, first day of fucking school. I dressed in black ripped jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt and a MARVEL black short sleeve shirt on top, tucked it inside my pants and put on a belt. I comb out my hair, putting on a beanie and put on my cannula. I pushed up my glasses and looked for shoes. I just put on black combat boots with it. I grabbed my bag and steel cart and went downstairs. Mom looked at my outfit and sighed. I ignored her and went to my car. I stop at a café ordering a donut and caramel iced coffee. Valerie and I only took separate cars because she has rehearsal and I am not about to wait for her after school for 3 hours. The drive was 20 minutes. It's a huge school with a huge bridge that doesn't touch the ground, and is made out of glass. Willington High school, home of the Blue Devils....how cute. Hence the sarcastic. Sounds shitty. I put on my air pods listening to Billie Eilish and Tate McRae. I take out my cart and bag, closing and locking the door behind me. I make my way to the school, the students talking and running around throwing snowballs to each other. Valerie out of nowhere came beside me.

"What the hell?!" I hissed. She shrugged her shoulders. "Mom told me to watch you." I rolled my eyes. "That doesn't me latterly." I said and quickly walked away. It's bad enough that she's popular.

So 1st period I have 12th grade Lit, 2nd period yearbook, 3rd chemistry and 4th is my free period because of my condition. I went to go find my locker.

When I found it, I unlocked it and put some stuff inside. As I did so, I heard people hollering. I look down the hallway looking at 2 guys laughing, high fiving each other. The other guy was leaning on the lockers, his arms are folded and is laughing at the 2 guys. He's sorta cute. He glanced at my way, and I quickly looked back at my locker. I closed it and walked the other way as the 1st bell rang signaling that it's time to go to class.

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School sucks ass. The 2 teachers had me at the center of attention, calling me out and such. At lunch time I sat by myself, taking my meds, and only ate an apple. I watched as Valerie sat at the 'popular' table, the jocks staring at her like she's the beautifullest thing that they ever saw. They started to flirt, she smiles and laughs playfully. I rolled my eyes. Such a fake. I used my lunch time to study while listening to my 'Billie Eilish, Tate McRae, Finneas, Alec Benjamin, and Dean Lewis' playlist.

"Hey Kristen come here!" I hear my sister yell from across the room. I ignored her, doing my work. I didn't need her bullshit. I want to go home, watch movies, read and sleep. Sleep helps fight cancer. I looked out the window, seeing that it was snowing. I check the time.

I need to leave early. I thought. Only so I can get to class, because it's on the other side of the building and I have to cross the bridge. I pack up my stuff. What sucks about this is that there are no elevators in this school. I have to walk down these stairs that are a bitch because there are a lot.

Breathing in and out, I started to walk, wheeling the tank behind me. When I got to the big stairs part, I took a deep breath and let it out, coughing out a little. I grab my steel cart, about to go down when I heard some say Hey. And it wasn't like a scary hey, it was just a casual hey. I turned to see the guy from earlier, the one one that was leaning on the locker walking up to me. He's 6 feet, has a tinge of yellow in the inner pupil but mostly green, blue, and grey eyes. It's called the iris eye.

"Do you need help with that?" He asked, his voice deep and husky. Like Anthony Padilla type of voice. I tuck a strand of hair out of my face.

"Um yeah... I can't believe this school doesn't have any elevators." I say. He chuckled.

"I agree. This school sucks ass." I laughed and nodded. He grabbed my tank, and we walked down in silence. When we get down, I thank him, he nods and walks away. I heard the doorbell rang. I sighed and headed to 3rd period.

Before class started, I sat at the back of the classroom, watching kids coming in. I was surprised Mr. Nice guy came in, sitting at the front. One of the cheerleaders got up from her seat, when the teacher left the class for a minute and sat on his lap. He didn't look surprised. Shit. I rolled my eyes and went on my phone. Stupid boys. 

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What is your favorite show mine is obviously Umbrella Academy. I like Five and Klaus, because there both moods. 

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XOXO,

Knatalya Walker-Smith