I woke up at hard and cold floor after six hours with bags under my eyes. My mind was still processing what happened earlier that day. I was being told that there is a tumor growing inside my head which is responsible for all those terrible headaches and nose bleeds. I was dying slowly and steadily. It was more painful than being murdered by someone. Some old random memories were coming into my mind.
I was in class 9 when I first met Tyler. He was new to our school and our town. Due to his rudeness no one was willing to talk to him. I accidently crashed into him once during our sports period and our never ending friendship started at that moment. We were inseparable during school and had same subjects in our high school and junior college.
After junior college he changed his subjects and thus our classes were different most of the times. We seldom met. His absence made me aware of my feeling towards him. I never had guts to accept my feeling for him. After college, I gathered my courage and proposed him. But he rejected me brutally.
Tears again found their way out of my eyes. Damn it, I loved him truly. He was the one for me. I was no one for him. He was never mine. I started crying loud again.
I got up from floor and sat on my bed. I closed my eyes and sleep again. This time I woke up next morning. I ran towards my bathroom, took a hot water shower. My body relaxed by hot water. I looked at my wardrobe and selected a plain white top with off white denim shorts. Sitting in from of dresser I applied little make up and untie my hairs. I used to have waist long hairs. Tyler once saw me in folded hairs and told me short hairs looks cool one me. Since that day onwards I always used hairbands to make my hairs look short.
I brushed my red hairs and decided to keep them loose for today. I had one more look into mirror for checking out myself.
"You are prettiest girl in world." My mirror told me.
I was visiting my physician again to know better about my tumor.
At his office he told me. "Miss Casey you have two more years to live. You can make your bucket list and start fulfilling it. So that in coming two years you have all your wishes fulfilled."
"Do you have any treatment available for this? You are a doctor. You have knowledge. Tell me you have treatment options. Please." Tears again flooded from my eyes.
"I am sorry to inform you about this. I do not have any treatment option available which can prolong your life. Your tumor is at remote site. It is inaccessible by surgery plus chemotherapy does not go well with tumor. I understand what you are going through. But you have to accept this."
"No,no,no,no. All this is not happening to me. I want to live doctor. Please save me." I was begging for my life.
"I am sorry Miss Casey."
I ran out of his office, straight towards my home, closed my home's door behind me. Dame tears again came out of my life.