My name is Hanna i have a twin brother Hart , i was born dead basically and i was diagnosed with lunge cancer since i was only 3 months old ......


11. the one with the envelope

“SHIT” I said; Harry looked at me and he looks so worried, he held my hand trying to calm me down and I was trying to avoid getting a panic attack

Once we got home Harry parked his car next to Hart’s car, Chris opened the door before I even knocked the door

“Where were YOU?” my mum shouted then she saw Harry next to me

“Hello Mrs. Evans” Harry said

“Hello Harry” my mum said, Hart and harry went to Hart’s bed room to play fortnite and my mum grabbed my hand and told me to sit down, my dad came back home and my mum got so angry at him for being late.

Chris was holding an envelope that had my name on it and the hospital’s logo.

“Okay I have good and bad news, what do you want to hear first” Chris said

“the bad news please” I said

He nodded and opened the envelope my dad squeezed my hand.

“Unfortunately the cancer spread to your heart and you’re in stage 3” Chris started tearing and trying to hold it back my dad looked shocked, my mom started crying and I just sat there not knowing what to say or what to do.

“The good news is that there’s a few chemotherapies that have a great percentage of success”

I don’t want to go through more chemotherapy they all fail and make me weaker and weaker and they are so painful, I just can’t live the rest of my life in the hospitals too.

I stood up and walked to my room and closed the door;  I didn’t want to be around anyone I just wanted to think.

‘if I accept going through chemotherapy I won’t be able to finish my studies and I will just lay here feeling sorry and I wont be able to travel the world with Hart, I won’t be able to enjoy the little time I have….. ’ my thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking my door.

“Hanna I’m going see you tomorrow” Harry said peeking his head,

“Bye” I said smiling; after a few minutes Chris came to my room and just sat next to me and didn’t say a word his eyes were red and puffy.

“Chris I want to be alone please” I said trying not to be harsh

“I just told Hart” he said heading towards the door, I nodded.

‘this time I might actually die and I wont be able to do anything we planned ‘Hart and I’’

Hart knocked the door I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t he came in and his eyes were red and filled with tears, he wiped his tears and layed next to me and we just stared at the sealing.

“lets not tell anyone, okay” I said breaking the silence.


I got up and realized that I should stop feeling sorry at myself, I connected my phone to the Bluetooth speaker and played ‘5SOS youngblood’ and Hart just stared at me while I was singing along.

Hart and I fell asleep in my bed.

The next morning

I woke up feeling a huge pain all over my chest I couldn’t move and Hart was still sleeping, I got up and went to Chris’s bed room and he was in his desk using his laptop

“Good morning” I said

“good morning, how are you feeling today” he said walking towards me and he looked very calm today

“my chest hurts” he told me to sit down

“I’m sorry darling I can’t give you anything; you aren’t supposed to take anything for two weeks so that your body is clear and we can’t start chemo that’s if you agreed”

“oh okay” I said walking out of his room

I walked downstairs and my dad was sitting in the living room watching TV I walked towards him, we wiped his tears when he noticed me

“good morning baby girl” he used to call me baby girl when I was little I kind of missed it.

“good morning Ba” I kissed his cheeks and went to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

“it’s Rosita’s day off” Hart said popping out of nowhere.

I fed hemmy and looked for his leash to take him for a walk

“I’m going to take Hemmy for a walk” I told my dad and Hart, I didn’t give them a chance to say no I just carried Hemmy and my bag and walked out.

“HANNA where do you think you’re going” I heard my mom getting out of her car

“I’m going to walk Hemmy and get breakfast”

“we have food, you need to stop eating junk and start eating healthy food”

“Sorry Ma I’m still going”

“be careful and do walk very far” I nodded and putted my headphones on.

It’s kind of obvious that me and my mom don’t really have the best relationship its because she wasn’t around for most of my life and she has a phobia of hospitals so she never comes with me to chemo sessions, she’s always busy plus Hart is the favorite child, which is fine by me I got used to it.

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