My name is Claire Anderson. Me and my parents were living in a small village in the south of New Zealand. A village with about 200 inhabitants. Our little house was near the sea. I was six years old, when I realised that living in two worlds isn't a normal thing. My parents knew that something was wrong with me, but they had no idea, what magnitude it would take. I got the diagnose of having cancer. At that time, I had no idea what cancer actually means. But my parents, the doctors and everyone else did. For me it seemed like I was the only person, who didn't know what was going on. Well, I was the only person, who didn't know what was wrong with me. I asked my parents why we were in the hospital, or what was wrong with me at that time. I felt helpless. At first my parents didn't tell me the truth, because they thought I was too young to understand. Which was true, but the older I got, the more unbelievable their explanation sounded. I remember that the day I got the diagnose of having cancer, I wore a dress with fairies and clouds on it. I often asked myself, why I remembered that. Today I know why.
Because of the fact, my parents didn't tell me that I had cancer, they had to find another explanation for what was going on. And because I wore that dress, they had an idea. I remember my mum saying to me:" Honey, it's like there are clouds in your head, just like the ones on your dress!" She was crying, when she said that, but at that time I didn't cared about my crying mum. I imagined how my brain would look like right now, with all the clouds in it. I was fascinated by the fact, that this is possible. It made sense for me, so I didn't ask for more. It made me happy, that I carried around clouds in me. For a six-year-old it was okay to carry around clouds.Later, when I was a little older, I knew that there weren't actually "clouds" in my head. On my eleventh birthday me and my parents had a long conversation. Till this day, I still believed, that there are clouds in my brain. I wasn't that satisfied with that explanation as I was, when I was younger, but I thought it was the truth.
In this conversation, they told me that the clouds were tumours. I didn't know what tumours were, but the thing I knew, was that tumours weren't good things to have in your brain.
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clouds in my head
Teen FictionImagine your life is a dream. You don't realise if you live in a dream or if it is reality. Everything mixes up, between real life and your imagination. Your head feels like clouds. But then you meet that boy. This mysterious boy. You are obsessed a...