SIX MONTHS

Chapter 1

NISHA'S POV

I stare at the doctor as he says five words that will change my life 'You only have six months'.

I laugh and laugh and laugh as tears fall out of my dark brown eyes. How ironic. The girl who wants to die has six months left to live.

I can't say i'm not devasted because I am. All those dreams and ambitions I had to become something worthy in life not like my dead beat parents who don't even know that their daughter is dying.

My parents hate me. A mistake. That's what they called me. A burden. That's what they say I am. A disgrace. That's a funny one. The girl who gets straight A's in school and is a goody two shoes. The girl who could never hurt a fly. In my opinion they are the disgrace. A pair of dead beat parents who don't even look after me, feed me or bother to ask if i'm okay.

Well that's my life.

I leave the doctor's office with my medication and a list of what to eat, drink etc just to prolong the little time I have left.

As I push the doors open i'm hit with the smell of fresh air and walk to my car that I saved up to buy. I get inside and drive home still thinking about my disease.

'Mum. Dad', I call as I enter the house but i'm met with silence. Typical. They've probably gone to the club or selling drugs in some alleyway. I sigh as I go up to my room and change not before taking a quick glance at the mirror.

Ugly. Horrendous. Terrifying.

Three words i've always been described with at home and at school by my number one bully Deshawn Sanchez.

He was a fuckboy but he was one fine boy from his 6'2 muscular frame to his curly black hair and his eyes were to die for. Those light brown eyes that could delve into your soul. He had it all.

But he hated me and I had no idea why. He started bullying me in second grade and everyone else followed him. Soon I was known as the freak in school. The ugly girl with dead beat parents. It hurt ofcourse. But eventually I got used to it amd learned to ignore the harsh words that flew left and right. Some days I couldn't cope and nearly reached breaking point but I had other ways to deal with it that I am not so proud of.

I continue to look at the mirror staring at my reflection. Every flaw and imperfection I scrutinized. I try so hard to say i'm beautiful but I can't.

My long curly black hair framed my chubby cheeks. I had dark brown eyes and a mocha skin tone. My boobs were average sized but my butt was huge and I had thick thighs to go with it. I was such a fatass. The people in school were right.

A tear rolled down my cheek as I moved from the mirror and got into bed. I was mentally preparing myself for the hell I knew I would face tomorrow at school. I checked my phone one last time seeing if my 'parents' would at least call to let me know if they are safe but I was left disappointed. Even though they hate me I still love them and maybe one day they'll realise what they have before its too late.

I turn off the lights and close my eyes letting the darkness consume me.

*Nisha in mm*