Lifeline

Chapter 6.

* THIS IS A LONG CAHPTER AND HAS MANY ERRORS, REMEMBER MY WORK IS UNEDITED* 

My medications got increased after I started vomiting non-stop from the chemo. I always felt tired and I can't even count how many times I've just closed my eyes to rest them for and minute and fallen asleep in class. Lucky grew and I loved her even more. She was always at my side and knew when something was wrong. Right now I was in my new sweater and jeans outfit with my thinning hair in a teal bow. I always felt cold and feverish and despite the millions of medications I took, I always felt kind of sick. It was offical I hated cancer. Lunch time finally rolled around and I left class lucky being good and staying at my heal instead of tugging on her leash like she'd done in the beginning. I went to my locker and pulled out my lunchbox. I didn't like school food any more it made me feel sick so my brother always made me a sandwich, cut some strawberries, packed some chips, a few oreos and a soda to keep me awake in my afternoon classes. I felt someones hand fold over my eyes and heard a fake squeaky voice say guess who. I smiled and thought. Did he really think he could get me?

"Connor," I guessed I heard a groan and the fingers pulled away.

"You always get me," he said with a small smile.

"Thats because your voice is so recognisable," I replied. He nodded.

"Did you take your pills?" He asked trying to help me keep track.

"I did but I have a few I have to take with lunch, thanks for reminding me," I said with a small smile. He nodded again seeming distracted.

"Hey, I'll meet up with you later," He smiled and the lightly jogged away. I pondered his strange actions as I walked to the large noisy cafeteria. He seemed so distant lately on stopping to say hi, bye, didi you take you pills, stuff like that. As always Melanie just kept getting worse. Everyday it was something new, as if I wasn't already insecure! Once she'd finally excepted the fact that I had cancer, she started saying I was not actually that sick and just trying to get attention, but honestly what kind of awful person would fake something like cancer? I took a deep breath and pushed open the doors to the cafeteria. I walked over to a table and sat down I first pulled out the little portable bowl for lucky and poured some water from my water bottle in it then I started to pull out my lunch. I took a bite and started to chew. I took my little pouch of pills from my bag and took out the five medications I needed. When I looked up again, chelsea was sitting down across from me and Logan was making his way to out table.

"So what are you going to where to Home Comeing?" Chelsea asked with a giddy smile. I shrugged.

"Probably something not form flattering and sparkly. I don't want to draw too much attention," I explained.

"Oh come on give yourself some credit, you have a great figure and you're beautiful, but anyway, I have made us an appointment with a Jovani retailer and we are going to get our homecomeing dresses!" She exclaimed with a smile.

"Oh wow that's... great, isn't Jovani a really expansive brand?" I questioned I had lots of money from what our parents left me and Blake but Chelsea had always been livng with the money saving mindset because her family didn't have much money.

"Yeah but, I talked to you brother and he really wants you to have a great time at homecoming so he said he would buy my dress, your dress and Jessicas dress!" She said with a broad smile.. I just laughed and gently shook my head of course Blake would do that.

I woke up extra early ton saturday morning to go to my chemo session then shopping with Chelsea. I decided to dress up for the occasion so instead of my normal just woke up jeans and sweatshirt look I went for  classier overalls and a black and creme striped shirt underneath. I had been back home for two weeks and my hair had started to fall out in chunks. I  was embarrassing so as always I put on one of my many beanies. I chose a turqouise beanie this time. I filled my large turquoise fauxleather bag with my medicine wallet, a water and a soda, my phone and my emergency contact list. I took grabbed my lip gloss and applied a coat before shoving it along with a blanket into my bag. I grabbed a book and put it in. I threw my bag on my queen bed and went towards my jewlery box. I looked at my face in my small side mirror as I put on my earrings. Even the concelear couldn't hide the bags under my eyes. I put on a light necklace and stood up. I grabbed my bag and walked down the stairs with the support of my brothers arms. My ankles had been bothering me alot lately. Once we got down stairs I slid on my pair of Chiara Ferragni python skin loafers. I walked out my brother locking the front door behind me. I slid into my brothers sleek black car and towards the familiar hospital we went. As we drove I realized something was missing. Connor always came to chemo with me, for mental support and entertainment. I felt like my sickness was bringing us closer and Melanie was tearing it apart, every free moment he had was spent with Melanie and only chemo was spent with me. I gues he'd forgotten about that too now.