Reaped With Love

Reaped With Love - Chapter Two (Sahara)

Reaped With Love

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Chapter Two - The List

(Sahara's Point Of View)

I was shocked to admit it, but the Grim Reaper was right.

When I woke the next day, I didn't feel weak nor sore all over like I usually did. When my doctor came to check up on me, he was freaking out as he saw me looking healthy; my cheeks, as he said, were damn rosy. He hadn't seen this kind of miracle and the fact of my abrupt recovery had him stunned to silence.

My parents were no different. Mom and dad didn't know how to react to such miracle. They were speechless, as no words formed out of their mouth, but in the end, they opted to cry of happiness.

All I could do was to force a smile and carry on with it.

To be on the cautious side, my doctor ran a couple of test to see if he wasn't hallucinating. My parents and I waited for three days for the test to come out and when it did, it came out I was cancer free.

Great, right?

Unfortunately, no. It wasn't.

The entire truth to all of this was all because of the four things that I needed to do before my time was up.

Two days after the test came out, I was free to go home, but still under supervision. The doctor had slight apprehensions that I may be on remission.

"Mom," I whined as we reached the front door of our house. She was holding onto my arm as though I would break any minute. "I can walk, you know..."

My mom, Rebecca, frowned at me and let go. "I know, but I just want to be sure," she said with her hazel brown eyes swirled with worry. Her hair was in a sloppy bun with stray tendrils that framed her face and the years of stress had finally caught up to her.

I rolled my eyes. "Mom, you worry too much."

And she had every right to do so. For as long I could remember, she had been the one who was greatly affected with my illness. My dad was too, but mom took it to heart, and it pained me to see how hard they tried to keep me alive.

I was their only daughter after all.

"Just let your mom do what she likes, pumpkin," My dad, Dane, said to me. His buff and towering six-foot-one frame had made him look like a human-sized bear as he put an arm around mom's shoulder. As he stood beside her and looked down at her with amused forest green eyes, she looked like a dwarf.

I sighed. "Fine," I conceded and stared at the front door.

It had been months since I had last stayed at my own house. Throughout my illness, I was in and out of the hospital, and the last was the longest for me to come back to the comforts of this place. I had plenty to miss about it and that would be my comfortable double bed.

Hospital beds sucked balls.

With a sigh, my mom opened the door and we all got in one at a time. Dad was the one carrying my suitcase, so he placed it near the front door, just in case mom wanted to do the laundry.

"I'm going to head up to my room," I said, already going up the stairs, without looking at them.

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As I walked through the hallway, heading to my room, my fingers trailed on the wooden wall panelling as I walked along, feeling its grainy yet rough texture.

The scent of the place was still lingering in the air - cinnamon with a hint of vanilla - and each intake I took felt comforting and relaxing. My strides were on a leisurely pace, relishing the feel of being home, but when I saw that familiar white door, I grinned.

My room.

It didn't take me long enough to get there as my strides were long and quick now, and when I did, I flung it open and my smile broadened at the sight of my room.

It was just as I left it.

My bed was unmade, with pillows strewn on different sides of the bed. My desk was cluttered with books and on the floor, well, I had clothes scattered here and there. I liked it messy - not that it could make a breeding ground for cockroaches and rats. I just want it to look like someone actually lived in this room.

"I'm back," I spoke softly and ran head on to my bed, jump in the air and landed with a plop on my unmade bed. I rolled around and around like a crazy person and then... I remembered the list.

Damn it!

How could I be so freaking stupid? I had to focus, and since I already wasted five days from the one month deal, I had to make everything count. I couldn't pass this chance up and time was not on my side.

With that, I got up to my bed, walked towards my desk and snatched my notepad and pen and then went back to my bed and sat down with the list of the four things that I needed to do:

Sahara's Four Things:

1. Sneak into a club and get pissed drunk;

2. Do a graffitti on some random building;

3. Get a tattoo;

4. Lose my virginity to some guy.

No...

4. Kiss a guy.

No...

4. Lose my virginity to some guy.

No...

4. Kiss a guy.

I couldn't decide which one I wanted to do. I was a virgin, never been kissed and losing my virginity seemed extreme yet tempting, but a kiss wasn't so bad and safe... yet... I don't know, maybe too simple?

4. Lose... - -

Ah, hell.

For years, I had missed on so much on being a teenager as I stayed bed ridden, coped up in my hospital room, but the problem is, how could I snag a guy who would be so willing enough to do both without looking at me in disgust? I was bald, and for the life of me, my eyebrows were non-existent!

This was harder than I thought...

As I stared at my notepad, I decided to leave number four undecided for now. I'd had three to do first and when the times comes when I had to do number four, that would be the time to panic.

Good grief...

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