Leukemia. Cancer. My passage to the afterlife. Raped in high school, abused by my parents, bullied by school mates, beaten up to a pulp everyday by "friends". I was a broken girl that shared no love with anyone but myself. It took cancer to tell me that it was alright. It took cancer to let me know that I had a life worth living. It took cancer to give me hope that the world wasn't as ugly as it seemed. It took cancer, to wake me up. The ugly life I lived, didn't matter anymore, because I had woken up. I'm alright, now.