Lying
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  • Reads 1,750
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  • Parts 2
  • Time 7m
Ongoing, First published Apr 10, 2016
Six Months.

That's what the doctor told me. I have six more months to live. People who die normally do not know how much time they have left to live. I figured out that I have only six months left to live. 

I always wondered what it would be like to be one of those characters in movies or books who figure out how they have a non-curable cancer. Now, I am figuring out first-handed that it is not something I wanted as a 24 year old. I still have many things I want to do before I die like sky diving, learning how to dance, singing in the rain, screaming my heart out on top of a mountain, showing my true feelings to people I hate, and falling deeply in love. 

Six months left of my life. Instead of trying to cure a non-curable cancer, I am going to accomplish the things I want. As I do the things I always wanted to do, I realize I am actually lying my way through and falling deeply in love with a guy named Tristan.
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I always thought I was safe, you know? I mean, it wasn't really something I thought about before. It's not like I had a reason to worry about being particularly unsafe. I've always been perfectly normal anyways. Nothing exciting or dangerous happened to me. I was a plain Jane in every sense of the phrase, and nothing strange or particularly astonishing ever happens to people like me. My entire philosophy, however, was completely and drastically changed after being attacked and raped one night. I probably would have been killed if it weren't for Drake Collins, the closed off "tough guy" of my school. He came to my rescue, and reluctantly swore not to breathe a word to anyone. Unfortunately, my attacker escaped. It was after that, that I closed myself off from the few people that I did talk to before. My safety, my very sense of security, was violated. My world was swept out from under my feet. Drake stayed by my side the entire time, helping me through my struggles. He became the only one I could talk to or confide in, and was soon the only reason I woke up each morning. He kept me safe.