Black Cord

A short little story about a young girl diagnosed with end stage melanoma, her fight to hold on to her hope, and to find her courage to let go and accept her fate.


15. fifteen. boys have cooties.

She leaves the room and Alex shuts the door.

"Hey beautiful." He says. It's been so long since I'd heard the voices of anyone other than Dr. M, Mom or the nurses. I'd kind of forgotten what his voice sounded like.

"Better" I croak out. And for once, I was telling the truth.

He crawles into the hospital bed and holds me tight. It feels good. He kisses me, I kiss him back. I've missed Alex through my time at the hospital.

"Bonnie and I" He spits out. I almost slap him clear across the room. "What the hell, Alex!?" I scream. I don't care that I'm attracting attention. I'm so pissed at him, it's unbearable. I feel anger welling up inside of me.

"Why would you come in here and make me believe that everything's still the same!? God, I'm an idiot. I should have figured it out. You're a freaking playboy, Alex. You can't go two weeks without making out with a girl. Doesn't matter who that girl is though, does it? UGH, yoiu pig! Get out!" I scream at the top of my lungs. "Get out!"

Alex runs out of the room and as I'm about to scream again, I start to wheeze and gasp. My eyelids feel heavy but I'm not tired. It's getting hard to breathe again.

What the hell is happening to me?

I feel like crap again. Like when the poison in the black cord first started to run through my veins. The monitor is starting to do that funny beeping again.

As I'm struggling to get air into my lungs Dr. M and the nurses run in.

"Is this what I think it is?" Asks one of the nurses.

Dr. M replies in a saddened tone, "Yes. She just had the surge." I don't know how, but I manage to get out some words:

"What's the surge?"

"Honey, the surge is when a patient looks to be getting better, but then gets worse than before. This....this may be it." He says calmly. "Go get her mother." He says to the nurse.

As the frantic beeping continues it's getting more and more difficult to breathe. My chest feels tight. Mom runs in and she starts to cry as she says, "I'm sorry baby. I'm so sorry."

And that's the last thing I see as I hear screaming and yelling.

Suddenly, all the noises disappear and the world goes dark.

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