Dying Wish

People say cancer makes you depressed, makes you want to give up, there's nothing that can make you feel stronger or alive. Maybe that's true, maybe its not. For me its not true. Sometimes you have that one special thing that helps you. That you get excited to see, to watch, to listen. Sometimes its just a tv show maybe a toy or your phone. One Direction is what has helped keep me alive. I have cancer. Its called Melanoma and its a skin cancer that can be cured unless it spreads to much. Every patient is part of The Wish Foundation we get a wish. All I can think about is that one girl that got to meet Kim Kardashian, if she could meet her then maybe I have a small chance of meeting One Direction.


14. Chapter: 13- Support Group

      “Its nice to have you back, Payton.” The girl in charge of the support group, Charlotte, says. Some of the people say hi others just continue playing on their phones. I can’t blame them though this support group is terrible.


     Were in a building that smelling mold and poop, and the walls are painted a faded yellow that looks like pee and there are ten chairs in a circle in the middle of the room. The building is squished between two big buildings and you have to look twice or you’ll miss it.


     “Okay because you haven’t been here in a while. Why don’t you start off the discussion, Payton,” Charlotte smiles.


     “Well one of the reasons why I wasn’t here was because I used my wish from the Foundation and I got to meet One Direction and hang out with them for a whole week but on the last day I passed out so I had to stay an extra day.” I pause and Charlotte motions for me to continue.


     “Well I had my surgery three days ago and they told me that the cancer spread to much so now I most likely won’t survive. I’m now on the last stage of Melanoma, which no one has survived. So in two weeks I will have surgery that will either help me become cancer free or the surgery won’t do any good and I will be beaten by cancer.” I tell them and everyone stares at me.


     “Um… I have to go.” I take off and wipe the falling tears. I don’t like talking about cancer and this doesn’t help. I don’t understand why I need to have this surgery; I’m not going to survive. I have a one in a bazillion chance of surviving.


     The only ting this surgery is going to do to me is put me in more pain than I already am.


     “Okay, I have to go to work. I’ll see you tomorrow.” I mumble a barley audible goodbye as my mom leaves and continue playing on my laptop. A notification for a Skype call pops up and I press accept once I see it’s the boys calling.


     “Hey boys.” I fake smile and wave at the camera.


     “Hey Pay, how’s it going?” Zayn asks.


     “Same as before. What about you?” I try to stay away from talking about me.


     “Were good. Didn’t you have your support group today?” Niall asks.


     “Yeah. So how’s Tour?”


     “Good. The fans are amazing.” Harry smiles and the boys nod in agreement.


     “Why are you avoiding our questions?” Louis asks. Damn it, they caught on.


     “I have to go my mom is making dinner.”


     “Your mom is already at work.” Liam says but before they can say anything I slam my laptop closed and throw it on the floor. All I want is a normal conversation where for once people don’t treat me like I’m a piece of glass, that’s about to break.


     I’m the same as anyone else; I’m just a normal teenager. I have cancer, yes but that doesn’t make me incapable or fragile. For a whole year I have gone through people treating me like this and I’m really tiered of it.

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