Hold on

If you were told you had an unstoppable condition that could destroy your life limb from limb, what would you do? would you run for the hills? or find happiness in a place you never thought you would find it.
'What you have Dalia cannot be removed. It's permanent, I'm sorry Dalia' The doctor stood in front of my bed, gripping the side of his clip board and placing it to his side, before gently placing his hand on my leg, before nodding his head and leaving my mother and I in peace. Gentle pools of tears surrounded my eyes before bursting onto my cheeks coating them in emotional liquid, as my eyes turned to my mothers I could feel her heart shatter, into tiny unfixable pieces as she fell onto my chest clutching at whatever she wished to save, but I was too far gone.
I tilted my head to the side until my father who stood holding my hand was in my view, his soft thumb gently rubbing circles into my hand as his eyes burned with tears which were held back by the thick line of lashes. I watched his deep wrinkle on his forehead quiver as his lower lip frowned down at the saddening news.
'I'm not gonna live am I?' I choked out holding back the building up anger and prolonging sadness that slowly filled my body.
My life had only just begun and now its just starting to end.