Okay, so I really love this band called MisterWives  and (ignore the name if you find it weird) her voice is soo unique and...I love this band way too much. Enjoy!

IMAGINE  YOURSELF...

  Closing your eyes for a moment. You palms were slick with cold seat as you rubbed them together and chills were sent down your spine. Goosebumps covered your legs and arms and the hair on the back of your neck stood tall. The pit, that had formed in your stomach, was now closed and felt as if nothing had happened. Your chest felt a bit warmer as if fire danced over it.

You opened your eyes, once again, to see the two eyes that belonged to the man that ruined your life peering back at you.

"What do you mean, I have cancer?" He sighed before glancing back at his clipboard. His eyes darted around the paper than met yours again.

"We looked deeper into the tests, (y/n), and it appears we are too late." Your breath caught in your throat and the air pricked your eyes. You mouth went dry and you heart stopped for a moment. Just a quick moment. No one would have noticed if they had a heart monitor on you but you knew it did. You felt it.

Your emotionless state was broken by numerous emotions, some you couldn't even put a word for. Your heart felt remorse, regret, weary, broken, pressured, and depressed. But, your mind was off in another place. Your mind felt angered, miffed, livid, annoyed, and irritated.

Your mind reached your mouth before your heart could.

"What do you mean 'too late'?!" You jumped off the counter, anger controlling your every move. "You're a doctor! You're supposed to tell me this stuff earlier so you can do something!"

You were now eye to eyes with him. His eyes were wide, filled with fear and pity. His hands trembled as he held the clipboard close to his body almost as if it were a shield. That's when your realized what your were doing. You took a deep breath in, trying to fight the frustrated blush, and breathed out. You then stepped back clasped your hands together.

"Well, I think it's time for me to go." You went for the door but he stood in front of it. Your eyes shot up to his and you raised an eyebrow.

"N-n-not quite yet, miss (y/l/n)," His voice shook. "I need to give you a bit more i-in-information." You nodded slowly while shuffling back to the chair.

He followed with a relived sigh and stood across from you. You played nervously with the bracelet that was wrapped around your wrist. Your boyfriend had given it to your for your six month anniversary. It was covered with charms that he would randomly get you.

You felt a lump grow in your group and tears stung your eyes. The pit was now back, in your stomach, and growing with ever second there was silence.

How am I going to tell him? You questioned yourself. What if he...

Your thoughts were broke by a sharp intake of breath. You looked up once again, and was ready to here the extra information. You bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from losing it.

"We tried to find a way, but the cancer is very aggressive and when we knew you had it, it spread way too much. We looked at the scans and, I'm sorry, but you have a month left to live..." He went on, talking about how you may feel during the month and that the best thing you could do was rest, but your mind was somewhere else.

How am I going to tell my mom? My dad? My boyfriend? Will they get mad? What about my plans?

"I-I understand, doctor." You stuttered, breath becoming short. He nodded then placed a hand on your shoulder comfortingly. The warmth made you feel cold on the inside. Knowing you only had a month left to be able to feel that warm made your insides feel like a snow storm was going on. But, worse of all, it made you feel loved.

You didn't want to be loved, right now. You wanted to be hated or resented, so that when the time came, no one would care. So that no one will cry over you, leave flowers at your gravestone, or even think about you. Anger soon resided where sadness once was.

"Tell me, doctor," you said keeping your voice steady. "Why me? What did I ever do to deserve this? Was I not healthy enough? Did I not run enough?" He shook his head while tapping the clipboard with his fingers.

"This could have happened to anyone. You weren't doing anything wrong and you were healthy. We actually don't know how this happened but we're trying our best to find out."

You nodded, feeling your world crash down. You let a fake smile fall on your lips as you stood. You walked over to the door and turned back.

"One month, right?"

"Yes, one month."