I wrote this story sooner than expected. Oh well.
Most of this story will be in Edwards POV unless I say it isn't.
Disclaimer for the entire thing: I don't own Twilight or any of its wonderful characters.
What fears a person the most? Is it spiders? Drowning? Life? Death?
Because right now I'm fearing death.
Hi, I'm Edward Cullen, and I have cancer. Brain cancer to be exact.
"Edward dear? Wake up sweetie." Esme gently shook me. I rolled over the bed and pulled the covers over my head, not yet wanting to wake up. I just had the most amazing dream, I dreamt of living a life were I had a full head of hair, normal colored skin, just like I was when I was sixteen. I didn't want to come back to the world of pain and misery.
"Esme." I croaked, my voice thick with sleep. "Can't I just sleep for a few more hours?" I asked.
"You've been sleeping for over ten hours." Esme said, I could hear the frown in her voice. "Its time to get up." she slapped my lightly on the back.
I groaned. "Fine." I mumbled and sat up slowly on my bed. The room around me was spinning, I grabbed my head, as if it would stop the room from spinning, it didn't though. Esme looked at me, concerned.
"Are you dizzy?" she questioned.
"Yes." I replied back.
"Deep breaths." she instructed.
In, out, I breathed heavily. Finally the room stopped spinning, but the pain was still there.
Esme took out my pill box, spilling the contents on the palm of her hand. I gulped at the sight of the many pills, there were at least five of them. I held out my hand and Esme dumped the pills on my hand, I downed them all at the same time and tried to swallow. Esme handed me a glass of water to help.
"Feeling better?" she asked.
"Much." I responded.
Esme smiled warmly.
"Well, come downstairs, breakfast is getting cold, we've been waiting for you to get up." Esme said walking away. I followed after her, but not before I got a glance at myself in the mirror. I looked horrible now. My hair was completely gone from all the chemotherapy I've done, and I look like a walking corpse. I pursed my lips, to keep from screaming at the person staring at me. Downstairs, I heard someone laugh, a booming sound that never fails to make me smile, Emmett was enjoying himself.
"Hello." I greeted once I was downstairs.
"Hey Edward, Jasper was just telling a joke about..." he trailed off, his eyes wandering to Esme who was now glaring at him.
"Never mind, I'll tell you later." he said waving it off.
"No tell me now, I want to laugh." I croaked, my voice weakened at the most random times.
"Okay, so what kind of dog do you get when a Bull Dog and Shitzu breed?" he asked, Emmett was having a hard time not laughing.
"Bull shit!" he yelled bursting out into a laugh.
I couldn't help but crack a smile at his lame joke.
"Okay, enough laughing, Edward you have to eat." Esme put a big plate of eggs and bacon in front of me. She knew as well as I did that healthy food didn't help anymore. I dug in quickly.
"Someones hungry." Emmett joked.
"Shh." Esme warned going back into the kitchen.
Once Esme was out of earshot, I began to talk again, pushing the plate of food away.
"Emmett, Jasper?" I said.
They looked at me at the same time, a worried look on their faces.
"What?" they said unison.
"I've made a list of all the things I want to do." I said.
"Why?" Jasper asked.
"You know, before I die." I retorted.
This will be really hard for me to write, but I'm going to anyway. The other chapters probably won't be as short as this one, a little longer, I promise.
Review. Do you think I should continue?