Thirty Days

Thirty days to say goodbye... |Option two of the NaNoWriMo competition!|


17. Fourteen



"More new medicine, huh?" My stepfather greets me this morning with this cheerful sentence as I slowly eat my breakfast. "That stinks." He has a sympathetic face, but I haven't forgotten what he had said.

"Why does it matter?" I say tiredly, in my attempt to remind him of his harsh words. "I guess I'm just gonna die anyways, right?"

"Nah," he says. I look up in surprise. "You're gonna pull through. We all believe in you."

And now you're lying to my face. I think. I want to storm away from him, but that's hard to do that when you're stuck in a chair.

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