{One week later}

{True Event}

trying

/ˈtrʌɪɪŋ/

adjective

difficult or annoying; hard to endure.

The needle was inserted deep into my veins in my lower arm. The IV was set up such that the bag drips slowly and steadily into my bloodstream. "You are free to go to the restroom, canteen, or outside, but you must keep the IV with you. Do not remove the needle at any time." I turned my gaze to Belle, who smiled and nodded. She starts telling me about this boy from another school who she likes. Finally, I couldn't help but feel glad for her. When it comes to men, she hasn't had the best luck.

"So what's his name?"

"Oh his name is Tyrone, here's a picture of him, he looks better in real life." She whispers grabbing her bag from the edge of her seat as she slips out her phone, she mutters a few words trying to find a photo before sighing. "I don't have one! I deleted them all when I saw him flirting with a girl." Belle was always one to over exaggerate the situation. It didn't surprise me one bit to be honest because that's why I loved her.

"Do you like him?"

"Yes. But I don't know, I'm scared to take a risk and fuck it up." She mumbles throwing her phone onto the bed as she began braiding my hair, we were like little school kids. I'm glad she was here and not my mum. She bickered too much. Then my mind slipped to Ezekiel. I have not seen him for a few weeks in school, not like he was in any of my classes anyways. He still intrigued me till this day.

"Take it, at least then you won't have to-"

"Live with regrets, I know." I chuckled; I always say that because it's true. It was my mojo to continue on with life. I never had a regret, and I live for that shit. I always knew everything was given for a reason. Maybe God gave me leukaemia to know not to take life for granted or whatever.

"Hey, do you want Starbucks? I can get us some now because I'm craving it."

"Yes please, I'm thirsty." She nods her head grabbing her car keys before leaving the room.

It has been nearly half an hour and my stomach is growling with hunger, Belle went to get me Starbucks a few miles away so I decided to visit the seating area full of other patients.

I look around once I'm inside. Simple photographs of hospital patients and staff were put on one side of the wall, along with a banner that read, "Fuck Cancer." I laughed softly and continued to look around, seeing the rows of chairs that lined the windows, IV drips beside them.

A kitchen and a play area for children. I overhear conversations between old and young women. There are children running around and some tourists who are paying a visit to their relatives. I noticed a woman sitting alone with an empty chair near her and decided to take a seat. She held the book in one hand and the IV in the other. She put down the book and looked at me with her beautiful grey eyes. "You're still quite young." When my gaze was drawn to hers, I noticed her brown hair was pulled back into a high ponytail.

"Pardon me?"

"How old are you darling?"

"Eighteen."

"What cancer do you have?" She asked as If it was the most natural thing to do, I shuffled in the chair but I felt comfortable at the same time.

"Leukaemia." I answered her.

"Breast cancer, but I'm fighting I'm nearly there." She answered pointing at me, I smiled happily at her positive attitude, wishing that I had the same. "I know It's hard," she shot out, I stared at her analysing my face, "sometimes it gets even harder, sometimes it gets painful and sometimes it gets worse."

I rested my head against the couch listening to her, I felt relaxed that someone was familiar with the problems I'm currently going through. I felt happy that someone was able to understand. "But like they say, there's always a light at the end of the tunnel, you have to dig deep. You have to let the rocks pierce you sometimes and hurt you until you finally make it to that light."

"How do you know I'm not already there?"

"Because you still haven't been through the rough phase, my name is Keira and you?"

"Amira, Amira Alexandra."

"Well Amira, whenever you come over for chemotherapy, promise to give me a visit?" I nod my head and stand-up knowing Belle probably looking for me thinking I have been kidnapped or something. I shake Keira's hand and walk away.

Walking out of the room, something hits my heart. I notice the nurse taking of the needle and adding a small plaster on where the needle was placed. I see Belle leaning against a wall drinking both drinks, she was probably trying to figure out which one tasted betters she could take it. After she made her mind, she looked up at me with a slight smile.

"How did your first chemo session go?" My mother inquired as she placed the salt dish on the table, the rest of the family seated around the table eating. My three brothers and two sisters were devouring the lasagne whilst I poked my fork into it.

"It was good, I guess." I answered.

"You have to go next week at the same time," I nod my head and watch my siblings look at me with soft faces. "Can you please stop playing with your food Amira?" I scratch my fork against my plate thinking of the outcomes of Chemo therapy, would I lose my hair? I mean the doctor said there was a possibility but it might grow back sooner or later.

"Amira stop please." What would happen if I don't fight it, what happens if I simply give up?

"Amira stop it now."

Would I leave everyone? Would everyone leave me? Would I die?

"AMIRA ENOUGH!"

My head shoots up and I see my father standing up with his hands balled up in a fist on the table.

"Mark sit down." My mother whispers.

"Just because you have cancer doesn't mean you can get away with disrespecting your mother. You're not special." I notice Lara and Elias drop their forks onto the plate with a shocked face.

"I-I wasn't disrespecting her, I was thinking of all the side effect of this fucking cancer. You know what I know I'm not special, I know that if I fucking die from this cancer you wouldn't give two single fucks. I'm not hungry anymore." I toned throwing the fork onto the table before pushing the chair form underneath my knees.

"Watch your mouth with us."

"My mouth? Watch your tone," Where was this coming from? I couldn't believe I was talking to my dad like this. I never talked to him like this before. I grabbed my phone from the table besides my plate and hurried away feeling the tear prick my eyes.

"Amira wait!"

Just no Amira is not being disrespectful, anger is commonly known when having cancer treatments due to stress. 💕 Vote and share pleaseeeeeee!