Cancer and Me

Cancer and Me

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Personally. I have no idea what to write in this journal. Well, I guess people tell their journals about themselves. I'm Gracie (short for Gracella) Wincheck. And I have cancer. But that's a secret from my friends and social media that I need to keep a secret. Now where the hell do I hide you journal? Gracie just found out she had cancer and is super scared when her friends and everyone she cares about find out they are gonna drop her. I mean, a girl can be paranoid. Its hard for her to hide it though. She has to go to the doctors everyday after school. And comes to school with dark rings under her eyes, from no sleep. Thinking you'll fall asleep and not wake up is hard for her. She refuses radiation and anything to give her peers hints of the problem. But she needs the treatment. Her stubbornness might just get her into a lot of trouble. But you are just gonna have to read to see how she gets out of it. ;)
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"She's right! She's right! I don't cut in the right spot." My hold tightens on my wrist. The red blood oozes out of my wrist. I slide up and grab my bag and run out of the bathroom. I don't care if people can see the blood I just want to get out. I race for the doors and shove through people. I earn a lot of glares and glances that read "weirdo." I ignore and push. I run to my house and lock myself in my bathroom. I don't bother closing the front door cause I don't care if people come in to kill me. I grab my razor and cut deep cuts into my arm and wrists falling into a pool of my own blood. • • • Evangeline has a great life. Friends? Check! Good grades? Check! Loving family? Check! But what if she has secrets that nobody knows of? What if the only thing she can trust is her secret diary? What if slowly but surly she's dying inside? How can an innocent twelve year old deal with these problems? Will she keep on facing these problem till the day she breaks. Her school burns down forcing her into a different school to meet different people and she has to fit into a different lifestyle as well. Meet Evangeline. Now at 17 years of age in a new high school. Not all girls anymore. No uniform. Meet Drake. Your classic bad-boy. He just moved to Saint Abigail high school. He is assigned partners with the quiet, calm, unnoticed Evangeline. As time progresses he finds that she isn't as happy on the inside as she is on the outside. Can he save her? Or is it too late? • • • Some rude language. Depression and cutting. Don't say I didn't warn you. Okay, I wrote this at the start of this year (may 2016) and I had very poor writing skills. This book hasn't been edited and the whole idea is cliche so I wouldn't recommend you read it but I'm not stopping you, either. Read at your own risk. • • • Copyright © 2017 by -moonlust. All rights reserved.

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