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Chapter 12
Stress
“Your healing quiet well, Destiny,” my doctor tells me, flipping through my notes.
“I wasn’t in pain when I came here,” I told him, my jaw clenched. I and my doctor have never had a good relationship, since Dorothy died he never believed in my psychic power, sending me to thousands of counselors.
“Destiny…” he paused. “You fainted during class, it was bound to happen, with the stress sprung upon you.”
“I’m not going to another counselor,” I say, knowing he was going to lead there soon.
He sighed. “I think it’s best.”
“You did the other times, look where that’s got you.” I tell him, he and I both knowing it was true.
He shook his head. “Fine, but I advise extra rest, you should stay home for the next few days to calm down.”
“I’m not stressed.” I insist.
“I highly disagree,” he flipped through his notes. “You haven’t been paying attention in class, you barely eat anymore, look at yourself, your super skinny.”
“I’m always skinny.”
“Not this skinny, and your parents have informed me that this isn’t the first time you’ve passed out, they told me you haven’t been sleeping well.”
“And you and I both know why,” I say, looking him squarely in the eyes.
“Daydreams and nightmares,” he waved his hand. “Doesn’t matter, you need rest and good food, it’s why we’ve been keeping you here, and as I said your healing quite well.”
“I’m fine!”
“You’ve gain meat on your shoulders, you’ve been sleeping better, and you’ve been isolated from stress inducers, like the news Your not caring what happens to your body, you need to take better care.”
“I’m. Not. Stressed.”
Taking strands of my hair, he showed me, some strands blonde others gray. “This says otherwise.”
Chapter 12
Stress
“Your healing quiet well, Destiny,” my doctor tells me, flipping through my notes.
“I wasn’t in pain when I came here,” I told him, my jaw clenched. I and my doctor have never had a good relationship, since Dorothy died he never believed in my psychic power, sending me to thousands of counselors.
“Destiny…” he paused. “You fainted during class, it was bound to happen, with the stress sprung upon you.”
“I’m not going to another counselor,” I say, knowing he was going to lead there soon.
He sighed. “I think it’s best.”
“You did the other times, look where that’s got you.” I tell him, he and I both knowing it was true.
He shook his head. “Fine, but I advise extra rest, you should stay home for the next few days to calm down.”
“I’m not stressed.” I insist.
“I highly disagree,” he flipped through his notes. “You haven’t been paying attention in class, you barely eat anymore, look at yourself, your super skinny.”
“I’m always skinny.”
“Not this skinny, and your parents have informed me that this isn’t the first time you’ve passed out, they told me you haven’t been sleeping well.”
“And you and I both know why,” I say, looking him squarely in the eyes.
“Daydreams and nightmares,” he waved his hand. “Doesn’t matter, you need rest and good food, it’s why we’ve been keeping you here, and as I said your healing quite well.”
“I’m fine!”
“You’ve gain meat on your shoulders, you’ve been sleeping better, and you’ve been isolated from stress inducers, like the news Your not caring what happens to your body, you need to take better care.”
“I’m. Not. Stressed.”
Taking strands of my hair, he showed me, some strands blonde others gray. “This says otherwise.”
Tell me darling why you cry,
Your tears stain the bed you lay upon
Could it be you miss the ones you clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to by a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can you rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can you be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Your tears stain the bed you lay upon
Could it be you miss the ones you clung to so tight,
Nothing but a scared little fawn
The flames burnt away your past and future,
The hate did nothing but balance your grief
What now? That’s presents question,
Something so fragile like a branch being clung to by a leaf
Where is your mother little dove?
What happened to those loving others who filled your empty nest?
How many word of the world can you rhyme with love?
Perhaps someday we will know with, proper care and rest
When pursuing dreams take chances and strive for nothing less than best
Then only then can you be sure you’ve completed life’s most demanding quest
Soar, soar
Soar beyond your wildest dreams.....
There's no limit
On how much you can soar
No one can
Break your wings and kill you
Soar for the skies,
Don't let the feelin go
Just soar, soar like never before
No one's gonna stop you
From believin
There wasn't a time
When nobody could never soar
But there was a time
When people never believed
And tomorrow
Isn't the day to fall
And nobody's gonna push you down
Oh almighty eagle
We're gonna be the powerful eagles
We're not gonna let anyone
Be our ruler,
We're not anyone's slave
Almighty eagle
Oh soar, soar towards the sky's height
And soar toward your dream
Let nothing keep you away
Almighty eagle
Soar beyond your wildest dreams
And we're gonna fly tonight
Let nobody keep us down.
Life can be hard. Especially for me, Lily West, your almost-average 16-year-old girl. Most people think it's weird I'm bald. Others think I'm going to die. Then there's the occasional person who tries to take pity upon me. I'd rather they not, because some say it like I'm a helpless little turtle on its back. Sometimes I wish I die already, and sometimes I wish that I was a completely different person. Yes, it's tough having cancer. I just wish that they would respect me for a person instead of a helpless little bug.