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WARNING: THIS STORY ABRUPTLY SWITCHES CHARACTER PERSPECTIVES EVERY CHAPTER IT IS A NEW CHARACTERS PERSPECTIVE.

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Aubrey

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Once upon a time is such a cliché way to start a story. Especially one that isn't very happy. But wasting something so nice on already nice stuff is dumb. So I will start a sad story out with it.

Once upon a time I had a life. A life past chemotherapy. A life past pity stares. A life past the constant bleeding. A life beyond this prim and proper, annoyingly white, hospital. A life without cancer.

But now, this is my life. Fevers, fatigue, weakness, blood, so much blood, pain. All of those things. Everyday.

At one point, my fevers got so consistent that I was permanently hospitalized for months at a time.

But before all that, was me, a 14 year old girl who had a life, who had friends. Had a crush. Had fun. Ran. Lived.

But one moment can make everything go away. I learned that the hard way. That I lived in a pink plastic bubble surrounded by glitter and rainbows. Surrounded by this idea, that everything in the world was great. That I would live a long and happy life. With Justin, my childhood crush.

But, like the poem goes, nothing gold can stay.

2 years ago

"Mom!" I shouted from the front entrance. "Come on! We're gonna be late for the meet!"

"I'm coming honey! I just have to find my glasses. You know I can't drive without them!" My mother shouted back. Uh. I couldn't be late. The whole school was counting on me. I was the best runner there and I needed to get to the meet so we could beat Apple Highschool(I know. What a weird name for a highschool).

Finally my mother showed up. Her beautiful blonde hair lay in beach waves a little past her shoulders. It was styled as if she were going to Paris, instead of a high school track meet. Her skin was a beautiful tan color, that I hadn't inherited. Her brown eyes, hidden behind the rims of her cat rimmed, bright pink glasses, shone like she was standing in front of a spotlight. Her clothes were all from designer brands I hadn't bothered to learn the names of. But the bottom line was, she was beautiful. And very late.

"Mom. Let's go. You're making me late." I whined.

"Don't complain. I just won't drive you if you complain." My mom retorted, but she picked up the car keys and her bag and opened the front door.

As I stepped into the warm Arkansas sunlight, I didn't take a moment to breathe in the day. I ran to the car, not taking a moment to bask in the light, to smell the sweet aromas of the flowers in our yard, or even to look at my surroundings before running head first into Justin, the guy I had liked for the past four years.

"Oh. I'm sorry!" I said. Trying my best to avoid his glance. His beautiful blue eyes made my dark ones seem incompetent in some way. His skin was so beautifully tanned that it seemed as though he had come from California, although he hadn't. He was tall for a fourteen year old. He was 6'0 and counting while I barely hit the mark at 5'7. His blonde hair was short on the sides and longer on top. He was hot, to be frank. And not only that, but he was the nicest guy at our school. He was perfect and he had been that way for the past four years that I had known him.

"No. No. It's my fault." He replied. I suddenly noticed the skateboard under his feet.

"Are you going to the meet?" I asked, hoping he would come and see me win for our school. On the other hand, if he came he would see me all gross and sweaty.

"No. I don't come to track tournaments. I don't find them too interesting." He answered.

"Oh. Okay." I replied, slightly disappointed.

"See you around," he paused, "Aubrey."

"Bye." I giggled. Did I just giggle. Did I just become that girl?

He nodded at me and then turned away. I watched him ride away down the street. Then I heard my mom call out in a mocking tone, from the inside of the car, "Mom. Let's go. You're making me late."

"Uh. Mom. Stop." I said and opened the car door to our yellow Toyota Camry. My mom, who was waiting for me in the driver's seat, wiggled her eyebrows at me. "What?" I asked in annoyance, as I buckled my seatbelt and closed the door.

"Who was that?" She asked, enunciating every word. Of course, my mother could guess who that was, since I told her that I liked a guy named Justin, who fit that exact description of the boy I just bumped into.

"That was Justin. Drive." I replied, wanting desperately to change the subject.

"Justin is handsome." My mother said, and backed out of the driveway.

"I know. That's part of why I like him."

"Yeah, but you didn't tell me he lived in our neighborhood." Yeah. Because I knew that every time we passed him you would embarrass me.

"I didn't know." I lied.

We sat in silence for a while longer. Then my mom turned on the radio to fill the empty noise.

When we arrived at the high school, I practically jumped out of the car while it was moving since I was running behind.

Now, I didn't know if the dizziness I felt in that moment was from dehydration, sickness, or jumping out of the car while it was moving, but in that moment, I almost collapsed from the dizziness that succumbed me nearly instantly.

I regained my composure and ran to the field, my mother close behind me. "Hi coach."

"You're late!" The rough voice of my Gym teacher/Track coach rang onto the field. From how loud it was, you would think that this middle aged man would have been speaking through a megaphone."Get onto the field Brownstone!"

I ran onto the field and took my spot on the track for the 600 meter dash.

The 600 meter dash was always a piece of cake. I always won and I always won by A LOT.

So when I heard the whistle, I didn't think, I just ran.

When I was younger, I had a huge fight with my parents. I wanted to have a horse-back riding birthday party, but my parents couldn't afford it. I was younger and didn't understand, so I, a pretentious five year old, ran away from home.

The feeling you get when you run is indescribable. But I will try my best to explain it.

When I run, I feel free. Almost as if I am flying. The wind in my face blows away all my worries. All my grief. My feet, in constant motion, carry me far away from all my problems. My arms, moving back and forth, back and forth, are like wings, propelling me forward to a new beginning. And in that moment, while I am running away, I forget about the pile of homework on my desk. I forget about the fight with my parents. And I forget all about Justin.

Kind of.

Justin is always in the back of my mind.

When I'm running. When I'm doing my homework. When I'm eating. Everywhere. All the time.

Ever since I saw Justin four years ago when I moved here, I never looked at another guy. I couldn't. Not with Justin there.

So now as I was running, two things were on mind. Justin and pain.

There was a huge pain in my legs. I felt dizzy as I tried desperately to complete the 600 meters. I tried to dismiss the pain. I pushed myself ahead. Farther and farther.

500 meters left.

450 meters left.

400 meters left.

Keep running.

350 meters left.

300 meters left.

250 meters left.

Dizzy.

Keep Going.

200 meters left.

150 meters left.

Drink more water. Go. Run.

My breath lagged and I realized that I, the person usually finishing the dash before anyone even got to the 300 meter mark, was falling helplessly behind.

Go. Go. Run.

100 meters left.

And then it happened.

My legs, feeling as if someone was stabbing them, collapsed underneath me. The dizziness caught up to me.

I fell on the ground feeling the blood in my mouth. Feeling the blood cover my every inch of my body. Feeling the bruises I had no idea where I acquired burst and drench me in blood.

I saw black although I never felt my eyelids close. I heard screaming. I heard people running around. Or maybe it was my imagination.

I heard sirens. I heard my mother. And I felt the blood pounding in my ears. And I felt wet. Like water was covering me. Maybe it was blood.

I didn't know what was going on. I felt myself being lifted up. Then I heard my mom talking. Or yelling. I think she was talking to me. But I couldn't see her. I couldn't understand her. All I saw was blackness.

And despite how scared I was, sometimes I feel that the darkness was better than all that was to come.

The darkness was quiet. The darkness was peaceful. The darkness was still. It would have been nice to die right then and there, stuck forevermore in the darkness of the car that I was loaded in, slowly rocking me to an eternal sleep.