Being young

Part 2: Chapter 8

Solange POV

I stared at my sister as she walked about the bedroom getting changed into her pyjamas to make it seem as if she had slept here all along, she had just climbed through the window because she would get caught otherwise and and now she was thanking God Dad didn't come and check up on her this morning. It's already 11 something so mom and Dad have been up for hours but neither of them wanted to come and check on her. The only reason I even got in here was because I stole her bedroom key from Dad's office and snuck in.

"You're lucky you didn't get caught" I pointed out to her, she smiled to herself and sat down on her small couch then looked at me.

"I've never been the one who was lucky to not get caught. That was always you" She chuckled and I chuckled too before running out of breath and taking a loud gasp to fill my lungs as much as I could. I hated this, I hated how breathing had become so difficult, I hated how I always needed to cough and mucus was always in abundance, I hated the need for air that was never satisfied but I was glad to be alive. I was glad that I was given 13 years before my scare, other kids die before their fifth birthday but I guess you could say that in a way I've been lucky. I was giving my sister, my mother, my father, my friends and a happy life before all of this and I don't expect it to end soon. Everyone is talking about how there is a possibility of me dying but that's silly when you think about it because there's a possibility of everybody dying every day. You could be hit by a car, catch a deadly disease, be murdered and more so really having cancer doesn't mean much does it. In some ways it makes me less likely to die from anything other than the cancer which greatly decreases the odds. It's early so I still have options and I'm a fighter, I'm a warrior, I honestly don't expect to die any time soon.

"Well, how the tables have turned. Bey went out with a boy father did not approve of, she was told to stay in her room but snuck out, she kissed him and god knows what else" I teased causing her to gasp and looked up at me with a bright smile. She didn't smile much, since this 'Jay' guy she's been smiling a lot more but then when everything happened she stopped smiling again and now he's back and I can actually see those teeth of hers. She ought to smile so much more.

"Oh shut it, all we've done is kiss." She blushed and looked down as she bit her lip and grinned. "He's such a good kisser" She laughed and I giggled too,

" Oh really? You haven't told me much about him. You used to tell me everything" I got comfortable on her bed as she looked at me with sad eyes. Here we go, I've come to know the look. People look at you and see everything they love about you only to remember you're probably going to be gone soon and it saddens them. I tell them, go on, I'm not gone yet and I won't be for a while so don't you go and get all mushy but they can't help it. They just want to cry because they'll miss me so much, I understand, I just wish it would stop because slowly all the sad eyes are annoying me. I'm not going anywhere!

"Well, he's a year older than I am" She began and I smirked, I see my sister is into older men. "He's so amazing! Honestly I don't think anyone has ever treated me as well as he does. He protects me, he makes me smile and lifts my spirit, he's a true gentleman and he's smart. Oh and he's so good at basketball he got a scholarship and everything" She spoke with an excitement i could only wish to have about someone I love some day. "He loves the colour Blue but he finds it hard to choose between blue and red for anything, he has a little sister too. Her name is Annie and God she's so adorable I know you would love her. He can cook very well and he loves to read just like me, he's got these little habits that make me laugh like the way he scratches the back of his neck when he's nervous and he bites his lip then whisperers curse words when he-" She cut herself off and shook her head with a giggle, "I think you're a bit too young for me to finish that sentence" She laughed and I laughed too. "But anyway, he's got the biggest and kindest heart, he's funny and I..." She trailed off and closed her eyes just a little. I looked over to see Dad standing at the door and instantly let my smile drop as I knew I'd be in trouble, "And I love him" She finalised with a wide smile but when her eyes met my face she grew worried and turned to see what I was looking at. There stood our father in his best suit and a brief case in his hand.