Okay, so I know I said I was gonna start dedicating chapters to loyal readers and advertising one story for them, but I wanna use this chapter to advertise one story I think deserves more recognition. So, this chapter I am dedicating to Xxpretty_imperfectxX because her book "Day 66" is awesome. :)
So, the story of the chapter is... Day 66 by Xxpretty_imperfectxX
My life is like an hourglass.
Unpredictable, dry, and on a time limit.
“The disease is getting worse. My body feels like a timer, ticking down to its final moments. My eyes burn from the lack of sleep, and my body -which was once a healthy size five- is now down to a size one. I feel like taking a knife and killing myself, but what good would that do if I only have ten more days to live?”
Arrah Touring is dying. Her antibodies are betraying her body, letting bacteria and diseases tear up everything inside her. When her doctor admits that she only has nine weeks to live, Arrah decides to record her last moments, saving each of her last thoughts forever.
In nine weeks Arrah will go through more than anyone would ever experience in years. Her recordings help tell her story, and her story helps to inspire others. When a person’s days are numbered and their faith is diminishing, how do they cope? The answer?
Heres the next chapter! I hope you all enjoy it! Let me know what you think in the comments section. And vote if you like it! :) Thank you for reading!
For about the hundredth time that day, my phone lit up, announcing yet another phone call. I knew what the display would read before I even glanced at it. Jude. He has been texting and calling me non-stop all afternoon. I wanted to answer every time, but I know I have to be strong. I can’t just let him get away with acting like that. If we were gonna be in any type of relationship, ever, he’s gonna have to learn to keep his emotions in check from time to time, and not let the little things bother him.
“It’s for the best,” I told myself, forcing my finger to press the ignore button. But what if it isn’t? My mind answered in reply. What if I’m wrong? I know I would have gotten jealous if the shoe was on the other foot.
Sighing, I pick up my phone and stare at it. Should I just talk to him?
At that moment, almost as if Jude knew what I was thinking, even from miles away, my phone lit up and vibrated. Startled, I bring my hand to my chest, willing my heart to stop pounding. Biting my lip, I opened up the text.
Please talk to me, Ken. I’m sorry.
I stared at the text, contemplating on what to say, or if I should say anything. Jude’s probably a wreck right now, maybe I should at least text him back.
We’ll talk tomorrow. Everything’s fine, don’t worry. I just need some time to think.
Satisfied with my reply, I hit send and tuck my phone in the pocket of my shorts.
I need to get out of here, and go somewhere to think. Just as I’m about to get up from the kitchen table, my mom, Elizabeth, walks in, still in her pajamas. She shuffles past me, not making eye contact or saying hi, and heads straight for the coffee maker. “Another late night?” I ask, even though its more a statement.
She nearly jumps out of her skin at the sound of my voice, and turns her head so quickly, it hurts my neck just to watch. “Jesus, Kendal… You nearly gave me a heart attack! I didn’t see you there.”
Why doesn’t that surprise me?
“I was up late writing, and completely lost track of time. What time is it now, anyways?” she asks me, completely overlooking the fact that there is a clock on the oven, right in front of her.
I pull out my phone and see I have one new message from Jude. When did I get that? Curiously, I open it.
That’s fine. Take all the time you need. I’ll still be here. I really am sorry, Kendal.