His love

*Just something i put together. If you think I should finish it please comment *

"Alrighty Athena, this is the last chemo session until next month"

"Whoopee, a whole month? how exciting .." I trailed off less than enthusiastically.

I looked around the white sterile room that I have spent the last three years staring at and I have to say, this is some bullshit.

I always thought that I would grow up and be a nurse, helping to save people and being someones helping hand.

Now, i'm the one who needs the helping hand.

I'm only 17 and here I am, living with breast cancer.

I found out roughly 4 years ago, when I was thirteen i had just began to grow breast. I mean, seriously, they are fascinating jugs of fat that i was beginning to grow on my upper body. My mom, the biggest OCD freak in history, decided to go get me tested for everything under the sun. She even had me tested for shit that I'm fairly positive she pulled out of her ass. She even put me on birth control, said she did not want me having " accidental sex".

Of course i proceeded to ask her if it was possible to slip and fall onto a penis.

And yet here i am, 4 years later in the same damn sterile white room where Dr. Morgan first told me about the stage 3 breast cancer him and his team of nonchalant doctors had found in my right breast.

Now, I refuse to sit and tell you my entire life story.

How sad I am that i have cancer.

How my life had turned completely upside down.

How I had met a beautiful boy with cancer who loved me more than life had suddenly popped up.

Its too bad none of that had happened.

Its too bad I'm not Hazel and Augustus Waters.

That book, which I am currently reading, was absolutely dreadful all because I can't have that. I don't have the beautiful boy who tells me he loves me even though I am suffering with cancer. Or that he would be honored to have his heart broken by me.

No, all i got was was a nice nurse and baldness.

Seriously, fuck Hazel and Augustus. Stupid book gave me a false sense of what having cancer was really like. When I first found out about my cancer I thought that some guy would ride up on his white horse and show me what love was really like before I kicked the ceremonious bucket.

"Athena, are you even listening to me, kid ?"

I looked at Ethel, my personal nurse, and realized that I had missed everything that Dr. Morgan had said. She was currently wheeling me back down to the lavish hospital that I had been residing in for the last 4 years.