The Flute Player (1)

"Your test results have come back," the doctor said as soon as the door closed. I nervously looked at him, fidgiting.
"And?" My voice was barely audible. I watched him closely as he went behind his desk and to his files. I couldn't see anything in his eyes, his body language didn't suggest anything. I wanted him to hurry. I had a concert to perform in tonight, and I couldn't be late. One Direction was counting on me to play my flute with them.
"I'm sorry, Leah, but the results aren't good." The doctors eyes were sympathetic, and went on to explain the details. I didn't listen. From that moment on, I knew that the dream I was living would come to an end.


32. the phone call

Leah's Point of View

I got undressed after the date to see that Harry was right. My body was full of bruises. This was a nightmare. A tear slid down my cheek as I realized what this might mean. This couldn't happen now. No, it couldn't. I wouldn't let this ruin my life again.

I quickly threw on my pajamas and carefully slid underneath the covers of my bed. I didn't brush my teeth, because I knew that my gums would bleed. I didn't want to see that. No, I absolulty didn't.

I turned the TV off and put on some classical music, trying to sooth my mind. Hundreds of thoughts were running through my head, and I didn't know what to think.

After ten minutes I checked the time back at home, and phoned Jane.

"Leah?" She sounded excited.

"Hey Jane... umm..." My voice trembled. "I have to come home."


"Jane... I need to see my doctor as soon as possible." I tightly closed my eyes and let the tears slid down, smudging my mascarra and eyeliner.

"Why?" Jane's voice was suddenly strained. I knew I didn't have to answer, but I chose to.

"I think that my leukemia is back...."


Authors Note

Merry Christmas everyone!!

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