In The Dark Hour

In The Dark Hour

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Everything was okay. Well, better than okay. I was lead student of the school, President of the Leadership Committee, a passionate soccer player and a rough girl. Until the new high school bitch just steals everything I've got with fake eyeliner and fake boyfriends. I lost everything. My reputation, my good grades, my athletic body. Hell, none of the therapies worked. Then, as my life roller coaster goes down to that really fast part, I started gasping for air in class and coughing up blood at recess. "You have lung cancer at an advanced stage. I'm sorry, you have a few months." And suddenly I'm all alone with cancer sucking up the remnants of my soul. Can I make it the best few months? Well, with a little change here and there, maybe life is worth living.
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So I have this thing. Some people would call it a catastrophe; some would call it heart breaking. It also has the name of disease, and heart killer. I call it just cancer. Simple enough as it is, right? Doesn't help that I already had it once before, it just came back to fight harder as ever. I thought it was over. Isn't it though? Don't you give up at that point? Senior year and I'm ready to end my life as a person all together. I'm tired of fighting and might as well give up because there are no chances of me living all together. So as a smart choice I move so when I die no one will know me or care about me. Wouldn't that be the logical choice? I don't want pity. Never liked, never will. So don't tell anyone I have cancer. Ever. Doesn't help that a boy started getting involved with me and snuck under my skin before I even realized what he was doing. What changed me were those few, simple words all together. "I'll love you till the end." That, that was about the time I started caring about life again. And it was all because of him.

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