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Chapter 1: Moving Day

Nessie's POV

I laid in bed that night. I dreamt of a world where I was happy, healthy, and loved. The harsh reality of my life is that I was none of those things. Neither happy, healthy, or loved. I used to be happy. I used to be loved. But all that changed only two short weeks ago.

I was adopted when I was only two years old. I had a great mother and father that love me more then anything. They loved me and I loved them. So when I got my diagnosis at the age of five the question was not was I going to live or die but how we were going to beat this. I had been diagnosed with stage IV leukemia. By the time I got my diagnosis it was too late and it had already begun to spread to other parts of my body. About six months after my diagnosis it had taken over my lungs. So now I had leukemia and lung cancer. From then on I've always needed a breathing machine 24/7. So everywhere I went I had a portable oxygen generator witch attached to the nasal cannula I wore. I kind of looked like Hazel Grace Lancaster from The Fault in Our Stars.

Two years later I ended up in the hospital again. Not because of my cancer but because of my heart. As it turned out I had been born with a severe heart defect that had gone undetected until then. It was too risky to even perform a surgery on me. I had just have to live on medicine to manage the pain and the symptoms.

I honestly have no idea how I even managed to live to my tenth birthday let alone my sixteenth. It was nothing but a miracle honestly.

The important thing was that my parents loved me no matter what. They spent a lot of money on my treatments and medicine. Perhaps too much. Although they'd deny it in a fraction of a second. That's if they were still alive anyway.

Tears started to fall from my eyes. They were at the grocery store when some crazy person got there and just started shooting everyone. Sadly both of my parents were hit and killed instantly.

It's been two weeks and I still can't stop crying. I had nothing left. No one. I was being sent to live with my aunt who I knew for a fact hated me. She's made it clear to me how much she dislikes me every time we've seen each other. What I did to make her hate me is completely beyond me.

The next morning I finished packing up my bags and just waited for the taxi to arrive and take me to the airport. My destination? Alaska. After living in Phoenix, Arizona all of my life this would be a fantastic change for me. At least I'd finally get to see the snow before I died. I was certain that I would die. It was only a matter of time. My luck would run out eventually.

I went to the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror. I looked like death. My skin had lost its color a long time ago. My hair was gone. It used to be beautiful, bronze, and curly. But the aggressive cancer treatments had claimed it a long time ago.

I quickly washed my face and left.

I went outside and looked at my house. The very house I had grown up in and started to cry again. Saying goodbye to it was hard. Just like being alone in it these past two weeks was hard. The only reason it took two weeks was because I needed clearance from both my cardiologist and oncologist to travel. Also I needed to get all of my medical paper work transferred to the hospital over there.

As soon as I got to the airport I was on my own. I always hated the way strangers looked at me like I was this breakable little object. It drove me nuts. I just wanted to be treated like a normal human being.

I went to McDonald's and bought a cup of coffee and a large breakfast platter. If my cardiologist saw me right now she's give me this long freaking lecture about how bad McDonald's is for my heart but I'm at the point where I really just don't give a crap anymore. I know I'm going to die anyway so what's the point? Either my heart was going to claim my life or my cancer would. At least I wouldn't have to wait long to see my parents again.

When it was time I boarded my plane without incident. I spent the time reading books and watching movies. Before I knew it my plane was landing in Alaska. I got my bags quickly and started to look for my aunt. She glared at me as soon as I saw her.

She didn't say one word of greeting to me. I was okay with that. Silence was better when it came to her.

Then her phone rang.

"Just picked up my niece honey. I told you I got stuck with the needy money sucking brat"

Whoever she was talking to must have said something else.

"Oh don't worry about her. She'll die soon anyway but until then I'll make sure she stays out of our way. Hopefully she won't be a problem much longer"

The tears started to fall. I truly had no one that still loved me enough to want me to live. That hurt more then words could ever describe.

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