Boy was I right

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I woke up to a churning in my stomach. I had just got a recent chemo treatment. I quickly unbuckled my seat and rushed to the bathroom in the back and through up my dinner. I flushed the toilet and walked back out holding my stomach. I avoided everybody's gaze and sat back down quietly. The guy beside of me stared at me and I ignored his unwavering stare. I dipped my head and brought my knees up to my chest, leaning my head into them and closing my eyes, only to have to open them again to the movement of the plane stopping.
As soon as I got permission to stand up, I grabbed my bag and followed my fake parents out and into a taxi. I scoot over to the end of backseat and lean my head against the window.
    Even sooner than I realize I'm walking into a huge house, led by my adopted parents. I step inside and Mrs. Smith hands me a odd looking glass strip. I recognize it as a phone and my eyes go wide. She just nods and I leave to my room. I look through the hallways and there are rooms everywhere. I walk through a door where Mrs. Smith pointed to and I blinked a few times to adjust to the light.
     The room had rose gold walls and opened up into a huge dome like shape. A beautiful chandelier hung in the center and a bed was pushed against the back wall. A humongous white clock hung on the wall, and furniture scattered the room. I walk over and lay my stuff on my bed while staring in awe at all of the expensive things.

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I walk down the long staircase to the bottom floor wearing black leggings and Zach's sweatshirt. It was very cold down here and I didn't even know where I was. Downstairs I was met at the dinner table by my two adopted parents. I smiled shyly and sat down at the end of the table. Mrs. Smith has a piece of paper with something already written on it. She slid it across the table to me and I tensed up while reading it but it was barely a sentence.
Tomorrow is your surgery. Is all it had written on it. I blinked in suppose and set the paper down beside of me. Staring down at my plate the whole time, I finish off my meal of biscuits, gravy, eggs, and toast, then head back up to my room. I stare at the ceiling for an unbelievably long amount of time then look at my phone. It has one circle but on the bottom and a odd shaped one on the top with what looks like volume buttons on the side. I don't know what to do with any of it. I throw my phone at a soft bean bag on the other side of the room and stretch myself out on my bed in exhaustion.

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I think I fell asleep because when I woke the sun was at its full height in the sky, so around noon. I walk over to the other side of the room and run my fingers along the spines of every book on a towering shelf. Some of them I come to recognize and others I have either heard of or I just now fingered out their existence. I walk back and forth and try to find a book I want to read. My fingers rest on one book in particular. How to love. I pull it off the shelf and buried my nose into it. The chapters flipped between before, and after and some parts I got awfully confused but others I had to read on to see what was happening in Reena's life. Honestly if it was up to me I think she shouldn't have gotten pregnant in the first place but that's just me. And Sawyer should've stayed but he is a jerk anyway. And I went on and on ranting about the characters in my head until I finished the book. Which was only that night. I went to bed feeling sick and I don't think it was chemo symptoms either. I felt terrible. With that sick feeling in your gut you think something bad will happen. And boy was I right.

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I woke up to bright sunlight slashing at my face. I pulled the covers over my head in an attempt to block out the painful rays but then I just groaned in frustration and pried myself out of the bed. I dug through my unpacked bag in search of something decent to wear. It was colder up here, a lot colder. I put on old skinny jeans and a long black shirt. I put on Zach's sweatshirt and walked down the stairs holding a pair of gray worn out boots. My adopted parents saw I was ready and took me back out to a even more fancy car then the one they took me to the airport with. It was also black but the top was missing purposefully and the inside had cup holders, radios, levers to adjust the seats, reclined seats, and seat warmers. I slid into the back of vehicle and buckled myself in, ready for the long drive I expected. But once the car started moving and we drive for only a couple of minutes I could already make out the hospital in the near distance. After only a few turns and red lights, we finally parked and they took me into the hospital. I was greeted my a nice Surgeon, Dr. Waters, well so says his name tag. I was prepped for surgery but before Dr. Waters wheeled me into the room I grabbed onto the door frame. I just held up a finger for him to give me a moment and I breather in and out slowly.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Inhale.
Exhale.
I breathed out that last time and removed my hand from the door frame and nodded. Dr. Waters who seems to be in his late twenties looks at me with worry but then I nod again and he rolls me into the surgical room. I eye the bed in the center where they would stuff things into my ear. Saying u was nervous was a an understatement. I was scared out of my skins. I was lifted onto a table with my head resting in something curved for a head and lined with memory foam. My breathing escalated until I felt a mask covering my mouth and nose and once I took one deep breath inward, my heavy eyes closed and my uneasy expression faded into an expressionless stare.

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Authors note!
Thanks if your still reading this and I'm noticing a decline in views or recent chapters and I hoping those go back up but that's okay because there are a few people who read everything of mine as soon as it is updated and id like to shoutout jesusfreak168 for voting and commenting and reading everything of mine and I'm so thankful❤️💗 Also I'm going to put some of my drawings in the chapters because I just thought they would look cool but idk I'd kinda like opinions on those too if you can.

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