Ok, so.
I can play "I Will Follow You into the Dark" by Death Cab For Cutie when I got this idea.
I want to dedicate this to Betsy, who I love soo much <3
Please, please comment !
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I love you guys !
Chapter One
"Em," I heard Betsy's voice and her hands on my arm, "Em, hon, the doctor will be here with the verdict in a half an hour." She gently stroked my leg.
I felt so cold, but my eyes flittered open.
"Ok," I said, stretching out my legs in the crisp linens.
Betsy ran her fingers through my hair, saying, "I'll help you get dressed, if you want."
The room was dark; I could barely see.
"What kind of crack are you on, Betsy?" I said sarcastically. "I can dress myself, thanks."
Betsy chuckled under her breath, "that's my Emma."
I rolled my eyes as I swung my legs over the edge of the uncomfortable bed and shook my hand throw my long sandy-colored hair.
I was glad my chemo hadn't gotten rid of it.
I went over to my suitcase and picked out a shirt, darkwash jeans, and my old, black high tops.
Stepping into the bathroom and closing the door behind me, the bright lights flashed on.
I squinted and raced to put on my clothes and straighten my hair.
I didn't want to be unprepared when the news came.
My face looked ghostly white in the mirror, against my brown eyes. I don;t think I had ever been more pale.
I pulled my hair back into a pony tail, letting my sideswept bangs whip across my forehead.
I exited the bathroom, feeling faint.
Betsy sat waiting on the bed, and when she saw me, she smiled reasurringly.
I sat down next to her, and we waited in silence intul she broke it.
"Uh... Your mom should be here soon," she said. "Oh - and your dad." I raised my eyesbrows.
"My dad?"
"Yeah," she nodded, beaming. "Isn't it awesome? He flew all the way from Colorado!"
I bit my lip. He didn't have that kind of money to see me. But before I could say anything, Dr. Shereck walked in, followed by my mother.
She looked fearful.
Her eyes were a faint blue (I was always jealous) and her thin blonde hair looked dead.
"Well, I have it," Dr. Shereck said, wrapping his arm around me.
"...And?" I asked, tapping my foot.
"You have anywhere from 7 months to two years to live," he said, biting his lip. I saw my mom burst into tears and Betsy's hand tighten around mine.
I felt my heart race and my mouth run dry.
7 months.
To 2 years.
I nodded and looked at the doctor.
"Thank you," I said, hugging him. "For everything."
I heard him let out a tiny sob as he said, "No, thank you. For bringing life to this hospital. I wish theres was something - anything - that I could do."
I pulled back and shook my head. "I'm not afraid to be with God."
He smiled and nodded. "You can go home now," he said. I nodded again and got up to get my suitcase.
"The Jonases are here," Betsy said, looking at here cell phone and whiping away her tears.
"As in, the Jonas Brothers?" I asked.
"Yeah, do you remember Chris Kelly from KISS FM in Colorado?"
"Yeah," I said, looking at her curiously. Where was she going with this?
"Well, he called them and told them about - well, you know - and they came here, to NYC," she explained.
"Holy. Freaking. Crap."
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