Charlie doesn't speak, so he paints.

" I hesitantly slipped on the gown which Father had forced me to wear. It had rubies elegantly sprinkled along the sweetheart neckline, and also wrapped around the waistband. The rest was a practically glowing light shade of grey, or perhaps it was silver. I never could tell, as I hadn't been trained in the royal and snobby ways of everyone around me. The gown felt overly sophisticated for my taste, but I knew I could only have the best for today, for it was the beginning of the Aphrodite War. "

"You have Leukemia. It's a type of cancer. With the right treatments, we might be able to rid your body of it. The success rate in children your age is around 76 percent. We did catch it pretty late though." The doctor said. I swallowed. I felt a tear slip down my face. Then rage filled me. I jumped up and hit the doctor in chest, not enough to hurt, just enough to get the feelings out. The tears were flowing freely now. I kicked the examination table and the other chairs in the room, I threw papers from the desk onto the floor, and finally I threw the door open and ran through the hallways, knowing my mother and the doctor were chasing after me. I turned a corner and ran into the lobby. A few people stared at me, and I ran outside, not caring where I was headed. I just had to escape this. But the harsh reality was that I couldn't escape it. I was dying.