I wanna hide the truth.
                     I wanna shelter you.
                 But with the beast in side,
              There's no where we can hide.
               Demons - Imagine Dragons

-Three months earlier-

"You seem to be adjusting here just fine, Nina." Dr. Primson beams from ear to ear.

"I'm adjusting just like any other cancer patient would." I answered quietly, she cleared her throat.

"I know this is hard but you must remain positive." Dr. Primson says and I frown.

"That's all I ever am, Dr.Primson. Sometimes it's just so frustrating to have so much on you and so much responsibility. I'm always the one to lift everyone up and-"

An alarm on Dr.Primson's phone goes off.

"I'm sorry, that's all the time we have for today. Today's assignment: socialize more, live life to its fullest. What you need, is more people to talk to, more friends. You don't have to be scared, Nina." Dr. Primson gets up from her chair and flips through the paper work on her clipboard.

"I'm not scared." I mumbled, scratching my pale wrist.

"Then what is it?" Dr.Primson put a comforting hand on my arm.

"I don't want to..leave hurting people. I don't want to be remembered for hurting the people I love." I sighed and Dr. Primson removed her hand. I could feel the disappointment radiating off of her.

"I..your happiness is important, Nina. Especially, during times like this. We will finish this conversation next Sunday." Dr. Primson smiled warily, and left the office.

Stepping out of this office, can do a lot for a person. You either walked out changed, confused, or just angry at the world.

I was probably all of those things when I stepped out of Dr. Primson's headquarters today.

But I felt something new, I felt conflicted.

I rid my head of the thought, trying to physically shake it out of my head. I entered the waiting room and grabbed a magazine, not really ready to return to my room.

I had always attended therapy sessions at Mercies to talk about my "condition", but just two weeks ago, I've made this place my home.

Was I adjusting?

Not really.

Did I have a choice?

Absolutely not.

It all started when parents began to worry about my mood swings and coughing attacks. The attacks would be so bad, I'd start coughing up blood. They wanted to admit me to Mercies, a suggestion made by Dr. Primson herself, when the coughing started to become a frequent thing.

I've been attending Chemotherapy which makes me exhausted and nauseous, but I have to keep my spirits up.

There's always a light at the end of the tunnel.

A cure, a ray of hope.

Just something.

As long as I had this hope and kept everyone I met at a good distance, I would be fine.

But everything changed when he opened that mouth of his and said:

"Your magazine is upside down."

Hmmmmm..
Hope you guys liked the first chapter! I'm trying to keep it as interesting as possible!
-Ely

QOTC
Who could this boy be?

SOTC
Demons - Imagine Dragons

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