Shattered

Prologue

  My name is Hunter. I'm 16 years old, and I live in New York City. My life is pretty much as normal as a teenager's life can be at this point. Except that I have leukemia. Small detail, really. It's just been a year now, that I'm living in the hospital. My mother is trying hard to make my room more personnal, but I'm sharing it with Dave. She brought my guitar, which is kind of useful sometimes; practically all of my books, which I really appreciate. And she put a whole lot of pictures on the walls; posters, pictures of her and dad, of my friends, everything is there. It doesn't look at all like my room at home, but whatever. I guess it'll do, for now.
Because I'm not planning on staying here for long anymore. I'm sick of being sick. The doctors keep telling me that I must try and stay positive, but it's really easy for them to say that. They're not the ones staying in bed practically all day because they're too tired to do something for longer than twenty minutes. They're not the ones losing their hair and all of their energy because of chemo,  they're not the ones fighting cancer for a year now. 

I know, I know. It's depressing. I just wish there could be at least one person, not asking me every day how I am, how I'm holding up, because I am not. I'm shattered, I'm broken, and I feel powerless, because I know deep down that I can't really fix it. I'm just stuck here and I can't do anything but "try and stay positive". Bullshit.