Flat-Line

Cancer. The big 'C'. It's dreaded. No one wants to hear the word. No one wants to speak it. God forbid anyone gets it. It's the monster in the closet. The boogeyman under your bed. It's in the shadows around every corner. the ones you see, but don't approach. It's in that creepy dark room no one has been in for years. It ruins lives. Not just the victim's, but the people around the victim too. No one wants the burden. The burden of ruining people. No one deserves it. No one asks for it. No one prays for it. But sometimes... sometimes that doesn't matter. It just comes anyway. And ruins you.