I'm A Survivor

Carson has a difficult life; his father leaving him, his brother having ADHD and having problems of his own. But when he meets Nora, he finally understood that he had something to fight for.

My interpretation of the song 'Wings' by Little Mix.

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1. Explanations

"Baby, don't listen to them. You are stronger that all of this. Remember that, ok?" said his mother.

"I know mama. I'm not going to waste my life over this stuff."

"Ok my little butterfly. You were born this way to prove that you can overcome things like this. Sticks and stones, right?"

"Yeah. These wings were meant to fly."

The doctor comes in and his mother takes his hand and they wait for the news. 

"Well," says the doctor, "I'm sorry to tell you but you are not free. We think that it would be best for you to double your sessions for another month and we think that it will knock this out of you once and for all."

The boy looks up and smiles, even though he wants to cry. He turns his head towards the sky and silently says a prayer, thanking God for making him this way, because he knows that He made him this way to show that you can fight this disease and win.

He turns to the doctor and says "OK doctor. I am going to get this demon out of me and you will never have to see me ever again."

The doctor and his mother laugh. The doctor says his good bye and shakes both of their hands. The boy stands up and pulls his mother to her feet, pulling her into a hug.

"I got this, mom. I am not going to let something like another month of chemo bother me. It’s not like I can get any balder." He rubs his shiny head and this makes his mom smile.

"I know baby. You can beat anything that you put your mind too. Come on, we got to get you back to school."

They walk out, holding hands and head towards their car. After getting in, they crank up the radio on their convertible Mustang and drive away, listing to the country music that they have grown to love after moving to Texas, for the boy’s cancer treatments.

47 minutes later, the boy arrives at school. Hoisting his bag onto his shoulder, his mom hands him a hat, but he doesn't take it.

"I am going to get through this last month without a hat covering my head. I'm not going to hide who I am with a hat." His mother starts to cry. He walks to the other side of the car and gives his mother a kiss on the cheek and walks off.

When he gets into the school, people turn their heads to look at him. All he does is smile and say 'hello' to the people he sees staring. He raises his head up and smiles when he hears people snickering about him. 'Why the hell is he bald?"  he hears one girl say. Another calls him a faggot and then throws something at him. And all he does is smiles and keeps walking.

He goes to the attendance office and asks for a late pass to class and even the office ladies stare at him. All he does is smile and say "What? You've never seen a guy wear a t-shirt with a bear riding a bike?" and points at his shirt. They smile, almost as if they finally get that he isn't ashamed of his hair, or lack of it for that matter. He says 'thank you' and goes off to his class that he is late for.

When he walks in, he hands the teacher the pass and sits in his seat. She looks at him for a moment to long and finally the class to start their work. The teacher then asks if the extremely pretty girl with long blonde hair and big green eyes sitting next to him would fill him in with what he has missed.  She takes him out to the hall, where they work on the project assigned to them; read a story in the book, do the questions assigned and then write a short essay on how it relates to real life.

"Ok, well ill start reading and you can go after me?" she asks.

"Sure" the boy responds, trying not to blush. After about 5 paragraphs, he goes and reads.

"The boy loks- no looks up wix and he... I'm sorry but I can't read very well, I have dyslexia." He looks up and sees the girl with a look of sympathy on her face. “Please don't feel sorry for me. God made me this way; bald and unable to do easy things like read. But I'm not ashamed of that. I don't feel sorry for myself so I don't want you to either. Ok?"

"Yeah sure. I'm sorry if I offended you. How about I read and you answer the questions and then we can both write the essay. You can think ok, right?"

The boy laughs but feels like he is a child. He looks at the girl and says "Yes I can think. I just have problems with reading. The words and letter just get jumbled up but I am actually really good at comprehending things. So yes I can think. Any other things you would like to ask me?"

"Why are you bald?"

"I have cancer."

Her eyes widen. "Woah. I had no idea. What's it like? Having cancer."

"Well its hard. I was diagnosed with it two years ago, in 8th grade. I was really scared and thought that I was going to die, but me and my mom learned about acute lymphocytic leukemia or ALL and what happens to people who have it. I go in for chemotherapy every other day and radiation once a week. The chemo caused my hair to fall out. I went to the doctors today and they said that I needed to double me chemo sessions and they think that by the end of this month I will be cancer free."

"Wow. That's crazy. Cancer and dyslexia combined. You are one strong kid. I'm Nora, by the way. I can't believe that I forgot to introduce myself."

He smile. "I'm Carson."

"One last thing before we actually get started, what did you look like before you lost all of your hair?"

He pulls out his phone and finds the last picture he has of him with hair. He is with his mom and brother in front of his house. His hair is dark brown and spiked in the front. In the picture, he is smiling a dazzling smile, his green eyes are sparkling and his tan skin is just like his moms.

"This was the day I found out I had cancer. My mom told me 'Butterfly-' that's what she calls me, 'don't let what they say keep you up at night. Your wings were made to fly and you are going to prove everybody wrong. Their words don't mean a thing.' She then took me and my brother out for ice cream and we all got our heads shaved the next day." He slides to the next picture, all of them with no hair yet all smiling. "This is us." He shows her the pictures and she looks shocked.

"You are amazing, Carson. I couldn't be as happy or spirited as you are if this happened to me. What about your dad?"

He is silent for a moment, his face blank, no emotion showing. then after a minute, he raises his head and says "That bastard left me when I was 3. He found out that I was dyslexic and when my little brother was conceived he bolted. Having one kid with a problem was enough. I guess he figured Matt, my little brother, would be twice as hard to take care of. Matty has ADHD. It's not bad, but it does cause a problem once in a while. I'm glad our father left. I mean we are doing just fine without him."

"Wow. That is crazy."

"I can't believe that I am telling you all of this." He laughs and looks at her.

"I'm glad you did. I am still amazed that you are this happy though."

"You have to be happy in order to win your fight. No matter how crappy I feel after my chemo or radiation, I have to keep fighting and keep happy. If you act like everything is fine, then you feel as if everything is fine. I don't think about the bad times, I just think of all the good times that I could have in the future when I beat this. Like taking you out on a date....."

Nora blushes and smiles. "Yeah that would be a good time."

The teacher comes out and tells us that the bell is about to ring so we should come in. Nora gets up and I follow. The teacher asks if we got a lot done.

"Yeah. We got a lot accomplished" he says and winks at Nora, who then blushes and adds "Yup, he helped me understand most of It." The bell rings and the class filters out and Nora and Carson go separate way.

The next day, he sees Nora in the halls. She waves at him and his heartbeat races faster than it ever has. She makes he way through the crowded hallway, coming towards him and he starts to get nervous.

"Hey" she says, "can I talk to you about something?"

"Yeah. Sure."

"Ok. Come with me."

They walk to one of the benches in the outdoor corridor and sit. She takes a deep breath before speaking.

"I know that we barely know each other, but I felt urge to share something about my past with you. So here it goes. My past relationship wasn't the best. He was older and really abusive. He would get drunk when i was over and hit me if i didn't do what he wanted. I actually should be in 11th grade but I had to be held back due to my lack of school attendance. I haven't dated anyone in over a year and I was a little scared when you asked me out. But when I factored in all of the stuff that you have had to go through, I thought that it was time to try and trust someone. And that person is you...."

He looked at her in awe, wondering ow anyone could hurt her. He wanted her to trust him, he needed her to trust him. So he took her, pulled her in close and said "I really hope that one day, you will be able to trust me, with your whole heart. And I will be waiting, hoping that day will come sooner rather than later."

"Thank you." And they sat there, in silence until the next bell rang.

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