Celine
Later on, I'm sitting in my bedroom when my dad pops his head in.
"I'm going to pick your brothers up. Do you wanna come?" He asks me.
"Okay." I whisper.
"Alright, come on." He urges.
I get out of bed and walk over to him. He sets a hand on my shoulder and leads me down the stairs. I go to open the door when he pulls be back gently and helps me out a coat on.
"It's not that cold." I mumble.
"It's Winter." He tells me. He opens the door and we go out to his car. I get into the passenger seat and when I breathe out, I can see it.
I turn the radio on and hug my stomach, leaning back. He glances at me.
"Are you okay, baby?" He asks gently.
I nod.
"Your next appointment is on Tuesday." He tells me. "You can have the rest of the week of school off, if you want. Maybe go out with Nic on one of them, since you weren't able to today."
I shrug.
"What's the matter?" He questions softly.
"I don't want to do any more appointments." I whisper.
"What?"
"They make me feel more sick than when I didn't do it." I respond quietly.
"But it'll make you better in the long run."
"Sometimes it doesn't." I say. "I searched it up. And anyway, I told you I don't want to be really tired and weak and sick and still die anyway."
"Don't talk like that, sweetheart."
I just sigh. Then, after a few moments: "it's easy for you to say I should do it, because you're not the one who can barely keep your eyes open for, like, two days afterwards. I don't like being tired, or sleeping all the time. I want to go figure skating, but I can't, all because of this. I can't do the one thing that I actually like."
His eyes soften. "I know you want to go figure skating, Celine, but not for the minute."
"That wasn't the point of what I was saying." I let out an exasperated breath. "I'm not going on Tuesday."
He pulls up to where Léo and Camilo are waiting on the pavement. He unlocks the doors, and as they climb in he says, "we can talk about it when we get home, okay?"
"No." I mumble, "I've already decided."
He sighs heavily, and I get the feeling we'll be talking about it later anyway.
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The next day my dad wakes me up. I open my heavy eyelids and look up at him, my head beginning to hurt.
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Teen FictionCeline Monet has lived alone with her mother ever since she was five, when her parents got a divorce and only one won custody over her. But finally, eight years later, her father wins shared custody. After moving across the country and settling...
