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Ring Ring

 

Is the phone ever going to stop ringing?

Ring!

 

I guess not.

I would have to admit, breaking up with Cameron was one of the stupidest ideas I have ever had. To that, probably the reason why was too.

For one thing, Cameron knows when i'm lying. Two he's is a very I mean very stubborn person.

"Wendy, I really think you should answer" , My dad suggested

" I really don't think so"

The last of my bags were packed and ready to go.

"How long are you going to stay?", John asked, my older brother.

"Well i'm not sure. If the tumor is small as they say it is then it will be pretty quick"

But I don't really think so. In fact I think it's bigger than before.

"Good luck", He whispered and pulled me into a tight hug

I hugged him back with everything I had.

"Here" He handed me a gold rosary "Always know that god's with you"

"Thanks"

John has always  been a religious guy. We were supposely Catholic, but none of us have ever been baptized or even step foot in a church.

With everything packed, I loaded the car with all my personal belongings.

I waved goodbye to John, he had to go to College so he had to stay behind.

It wasn't long before I entered the big hospital. When I walked in, I couldn't help but to feel like a  small child in comparison.

I was assigned to my room which I decorated to my heart's desire. I covered the walls with posters of my favorite bands and put a fluffy pink rug in the bathroom.

When I was done I decided to start on my letters.

I don't know if I am going to survive this or not. But if I don't, I want to tell everyone how I much they meant to me and my feelings.

I picked up my pen and started to write.

Dear Mom...

 

The End

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