chapter 3

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"Demitri, they want to give me radiation treatment for something they can't say for sure I have. Do you know what radiation does to you? It's toxic Demitri! I refuse to 'treat' my body to death" her voice sounded strained filled with so many emotions. Sadness. Anger. Determination.

"What does Leah think? What did she say?" Surely her girl best friend can convince her otherwise.

"Sh-she, doesn't know" she stuttered

"And 'prick' have you told him?" Surely he tried to talk her into it. He is a doctor after all, that's his job

"His name is Andrew. And no, he doesn't know either" she said annoyed. I cringed at the mention of his name

"Have you told anyone yet? What about your dad?" I can't even imagine the sadness when he hears his daughter and only family he has left is sick, let alone her refusing to take any treatment at all.

"No, I haven't told anyone. I only told you Demi" her voice grew quite as she sips down the last of her ice tea. My coffee on the other hand, was now cold. Still untouched.

"Wh-why not?" I don't understand why she told me and no one else. If she was planning on dying without intervention, what was the point of telling me and no one else?

"I don't want them to worry, especially not dad"

"So it's ok to tell me, and let me worry and deal with your stubbornness without back-up!?" Again I don't mean to yell at her but she's so infuriating!

"Would you just let me finish please!? Then you can yell at me ok!?" I forgot her fire when she gets mad

"Fine" reluctantly, I sat back in my chair, crossing my arms waiting for her to explain. The waiter came by and cleared our table. I'm sure he was confused by all our yelling and my cold untouched coffee as he walked away.

"I don't want people to worry about me and I don't want to spend whatever time I have left in a hospital bed. And I don't want to spend the time I have left alone, which is why I told you" she explained leaning forward in her chair resting her arms on the table in front of her.

"How long did the doctor give you Anya?" I asked reaching out across the table holding her hands in mine.

She sighed before she spoke "he said anything from a few months but no longer than a few years"

"That's very.... vague sunshine" I can't believe it. Within an hour the most stable thing in my life, is threatening to be taken away from me.

I hung my head, unable or unwilling to show weakness at this moment. Unfortunately, I can't hide my emotions from her. She pulled one hand from mine and placed it against my cheek. Feeling her against my skin made me feel better, like somehow everything's gonna be alright. I looked up at her, seeing her smile at me and I can't help but smile back. She pulled back her hands and rested her weight on the table.

"So, what are you planning to do about.... this?"

"I- I don't know, I guess I'll keep working. Which I'm gonna be late for so I have to go" she said looking at her watch before rummaging through her purse looking for her wallet.

"I got it this time sunshine, go to work, I'll call you later"

"Thanks Demi. I owe you. And please don't tell anyone" she pleaded with her big green eyes

"I won't" I whispered in her ear and kiss her cheek before she could protest.

She smiled and walked out the door. I watched her walk out the door and briskly skip down the street. I don't know how or what I'm going to do, but somehow I need to think of something to do for Anya, to make her feel better.
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Anya

The look in his eyes broke my heart. I knew I had to tell him though, it's always been the two of us against the world. We did everything together. He was there for every happy memory and every hard time in my life and even every break up. Each time a guy broke my heart I'd lock myself in my room and cry for days on end. I wouldn't answer my phone and my parents couldn't couch me out of my room. So, by the 3rd night Demitri would climb through my window and lay in bed with me. I would snuggle up to him, looking like a absolute mess. We never needed to talk but it's like he knew I needed time alone and it was like he knew exactly when I was ready to talk. He'd stay up all night with me, allowing me to vent, complain and morn the relationship I had lost. By sunrise we were laughing and I had completely forgotten about whoever it was that broke my heart. Only he had the power to make me smile again.

This is how I knew I had to tell him I was sick. I couldn't imagine getting weaker and going through this all alone. But what would hurt the most, would be lying to him for so long. I can't bare the hurt in his eyes.

After lunch I went back to work but trying to focus on paperwork and phone calls is hard to do when you know something in your body is killing you, but no one knows what it is or how to stop it. I first started the tests a few months after my mother died, I was scared of what could have killed my mother so suddenly so I had regular scans and tests done just in case. A year ago the doctor found a dark spot forming in my abdomen.

A few months later another dark spot appeared. The doctor couldn't say for sure what the dark spots were without cutting me open and fishing around for God knows what those dark spots are. So when the doctor gave me options for 'treatments' and all of them included me losing my hair, puking my guts out or spending my last days in a hospital bed, I knew exactly what I wasn't gonna do. I was devastated, and all I wanted was to talk to Demitri.

Before I knew it, it was time to go home. I packed up my desk and said goodbye to Leah and my other colleagues. I took the elevator to the parking garage and got in my little blue car and started the 20 minute drive to my apartment. The music on the radio blares around me but I'm too lost in my thoughts to hear any lyrics. What am I going to do? I don't want anyone to worry and go out of their way on my account and I don't want to spend the remainder of my time in hospitals talking to doctors about something they can't pin down or explain to me. I've only been in the hospital for my own injuries once in my life. I was 14 and Demitri and I were playing soccer with our friends when he accidentally tripped me going for the ball and I landed on my arm. I sprained my wrist and Demitri felt so bad that he gave me a 'gift' each day I was in a splint. Nothing too major, gifts like a rose or sunflower each day or bought me jelly teddies from the school vending machine. He even made me a friendship bracelet and put it on my wrist the day I had the splint removed. I wore it right through high school, I still have it on my nightstand at home.

Finally I made it home and found my way up to my apartment. It was late so I quickly took a shower and got in my blue boxer shorts and tank top. I decided to make bacon mac n cheese for dinner. After preparing my meal I settled in front of the TV and started watching friends. It always made me laugh and I envied the type of friendships the characters have. I was never close with anyone and kept my heart shielded from just about everyone. Sure I had lots of friends but the only one who ever held the title 'best friend' was Demitri, and now Leah but still not the same way as Demitri.

I had just finished my mac n cheese when I heard a knock on the door.

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A/N hope you enjoyed Anya's POV she won't be talking much as it is Demitri's story. The picture at the top of this chapter is what I picture Anya to look like. Gorgeous right?

Again major props to my bestie Bianca Nel for finding the perfect look for both Anya and Demitri
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