“It’s bad Aspen, it’s really bad.” Cole said, I stared at him.
“What is? What’s happening? Why is she here?!” I snapped, and pointed to the healer, she looked pretty young, only a few years older than me. What the fucking hell was she doing in my house?!
“Aspen, honey, don’t be rude.” My mum said.
“Then someone tell me what the bloody hell is going on.” She flinched a little bit when I used the word ‘bloody’ and ‘hell’ but she didn’t dare say something.
“Sweetheart, once you woke up from the coma, the school nurse ran some tests and sent them to the wizarding hospital. But they found something, in the tests. Angel, your cancer is back.” My dad squeezed my hand, as I stared into his eyes. They were my eyes’s perfect match, the exact same shade of emerald green.
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, after everything I had been through, leaving my friends, leaving my world, fearing for my life every single day, I was going to have to do it all again.
After I had fought tooth and nail to survive, it had come back. Right when my life was starting to get normal again-well as normal as my life could get. Yet, after everything it just came crashing down again. I couldn’t process it.
“W-what?” My voice quivered.
Dylan came over and hugged my stiff body. “I’m so sorry, Assie.” I couldn’t feel something, it was like a dementor was sucking out my soul. I had worked so hard to get better. Yet, I was here again. In this place.
“I’m-I’m going to go to my room.” I rushed out of the room, the salty tears rolling down my flushed cheeks. I ran up the stairs, ignoring their calls of protest. Dom wasn’t in my room.
The tears kept coming and I began sobbing hysterically. I flung my bag down on the floor and went to my desk, I took a pair of scissors in my quivering hands. Quickly, I tore the new dress out of the bag.
I took the scissors too it, cutting it up, not really knowing why. But I was crying the whole time. By the end, it was above my knees and had holes and cuts in places, that was all the remained of the dress.
Still not satisfied, I ran to the bookshelf where I kept some of my scrapbooks. Sobbing, I through them against the wall, some pages tore. I didn’t care. They were some of my most prized possessions, and I didn’t care that I was ruining them.
Slowly, I stopped. I sunk down to the floor, amongst the scraps of fabric and onto the carpet. The tears didn’t stop. I didn’t think they would ever stop. At least a few hours had passed before someone opened my door softly.
“Aspen?” They asked in a quiet voice. I could tell it was Matt. He never used a quiet voice though. It was unnatural to hear him like this.
“Go away.” I responded in a cold voice.
“Come on, Assie.” He begged.
“I SAID GET OUT!” I screamed at him and threw the scissors at the door. He looked shocked and backed out of the room like he couldn’t believe what I had just done.
Nobody else came into my room for a while. Matt must have told them all what had happened. My family knew when someone needed space, and when they ought to stay away. Surely, they knew that this was one of those times.
But eventually my door did creek open two hours later. I hadn’t moved from my place on the white fluffy carpet.
“Aspen, what’s going on?” I didn’t have to open my eyes to see that it was. James. “I sent you five owls and you didn’t respond too a single one, and your family is all downstairs sitting around in the kitchen. Your mum is crying and your dad and Matt and Dylan are pacing.”
“It’s back.” I said in a flat voice.
“Merlin, I’m so sorry A.” He lay down on the carpet next to me and wrapped his huge arms around me. He didn’t even have to ask what was ‘back’. James, he just knew.
“The thing is,” My voice was quiet, “I really thought it was gone. I really thought that all of this stuff would be over, that I wouldn’t have to deal with this stuff.”
“It’s going to be okay Aspen, we’re going to get through this, together. I promise you things are going to be fine.” He held me tighter and kissed my cheek.
“Are you sure, James?” I asked.
“I’m always sure when it comes to you, love.”
And that, of everything else reassured me that I could beat this thing again, that I could actually survive. As long as I had James by my side, I could do anything. I don’t even care if it was the corniest thing in the world to say that. Because you know fucking what? It’s how I felt then.
I heard a hoot and then an owl pecking at the window. “Could you get that?” I asked, sitting up.
“‘Course.” He stood up and opened the window, Megan’s owl flew in and dropped an owl on my lap before flying back out the open window. James shut it behind her. “Whose owl was that?”
“Megan’s.” I said simply before opening the letter. Megan’s neat handwriting appeared on the page below,
When you were in the coma-sorry to bring it up-Professor Longbottom had made an announcement. Two girls were going to be chosen to go to go and study at Salem Witches Institute for the rest of the year. I applied, as did Roxanne and a bunch of other girls from other houses.
I just got the letter. I was accepted. Can you believe it? I”m actually going to get to study in America! I know it may come as a shock too you, seeing as you didn’t even know about this whole thing. Plus, I found out who else is going with me.
Roxanne. We’re both really sad to leave you, Dom and Ally, but it’s an awesome opportunity, seeing how I want to be an ambassador for Britain at the American Ministry of Magic.
I really hope that your happy for me, and that you aren’t mad that Roxy and I are leaving. We’ll really, honestly miss you when we’re away. We leave two days after New Years Eve. See you at the ball.
“They’re leaving.” I whispered too James, looking up at him.
“Who are?” He asked.
I swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. “Roxy and Megan. They got accepted to go to Salem. So they’re leaving.” Okay, this was truly a shitty day. I know I should be really happy for the two of them, and I am. I’m just sad to be losing some of my best friends.
So, today I’ve learned that I have cancer (again), and that my friends are moving to the other side of the world. Fan-fucking-tastic. “Well, that totally sucks.” James said, trying to smile a bit.
“Tell me about it.” I threw back my head and sighed. “I want to go downstairs now, and talk to my family.”
James nodded, “Do you want me to come with you?”
“No.” I shook my head, “I think this is something just my family should do. Okay?”
“Of course. I’ll send you an owl later. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He kissed my forehead before walking out of my room. Slowly, I summoned the strength to walk downstairs and face my family.
My mum’s face was tear streaked, Cole was cleaning up a broken plate, Matt was staring at a wall, Dylan and Jason were talking quietly in a corner, dad was yelling at someone on the phone, Kyle was talking to someone on his mobile in a hushed voice, and Brandon and Adam were talking to the healer at the table.
I cleared my throat, and everyone’s heads snapped towards mine. “I’m ready to talk.”
They all just starred back at me. The healer looked into my eyes, “You had chronic myelogenous, a type of leukemia cancer. Now, it has come back, in a different form. T-cell prolymphocytic leukemia cancer. It’s rare and aggressive and is difficult to treat. We didn’t catch it as early as we would have liked, but were not counting you out.” She told me.
“What I want to know is if I can be treated at Hogwarts, or if I have to go to St. Mungo’s.” I tried to say calmly, but my hands were shaking with anger.
“Healer Weasley is fine with treating you at Hogwarts, so if you want too, you can go back. Just realize that your life won’t be the same way it was before winter break.”
“How so?” I questioned.
“Well, I know that your on the quidditch team, you won’t be able to do that anymore. You’ll have to go to the hospital wing once a day, and sometimes spend nights there. Once every two weeks you’ll have to floo to St. Mungo’s. You won’t be able to do certain things in classes, you’ll need your friends to help you. Sometimes you’ll have to use a magical wheelchair, because of how intense the treatment is. Your life will change, and not for the better.”
“I want to go back.” My mum gasped a little when I said
this. “Mum, I’m sorry. But I want to complete my last year at Hogwarts, cancer or not.”
She nodded, “I understand, baby. I’m not that happy about it, but if you really want to go back to Hogwarts. Well, if you want to go back, I’ll support you.”
“We all will.” Cole told me. I starred back at them, my family. And, I knew that they would really be here for me. Just like they were for the first time.
“Can I go to the ball tomorrow night?” I asked the healer.
She pursued her lips. Merlin, she was annoying. I hated her. Not that most people exactly love the person that gave them some of the worst news of their life. “I suppose so, since you’re treatment doesn’t begin until two days after New Years when you go back to Hogwarts.”
I managed a small smile, “Thanks.”
“Do any of you have any more questions right now?” The healer asked. No one spoke up. “Well, I better be off then. I’ll see you at St. Mungo’s, Aspen.” With that, she apparated out of the room.
My family starred at me, as if I was about to break. “It’s going to be okay, I’m going to be okay.” I choked out.
Tears were sliding down my father’s face. He never cried. No matter what. He didn’t cry when I got cancer the first time, he didn’t cry when I was in a coma, he didn’t cry when I told him that I was going to get married at eighteen, he didn’t cry for anything. Yet, he was crying for this.
“Daddy, please don’t cry. I can’t get through this if you cry.” I told him. He nodded and wiped the tears away.
“You’re right, angel, everything is going to be okay.”
“Is it okay if I go and find Dom and Ally?” I asked. Everyone nodded ‘yes’ and I left the room. They were in my bedroom, Ally was biting her lip and pacing around the room while Dom was writing a letter or something.
“Aspen!” Dom nearly jumped out of her seat at the sight of me. “What happened, what’s going on?!”
“I can tell you’re faking.”
She rolled her eyes, “How did you know?”
“Your uncle is George Weasley, I’d be a fool to think you didn’t use extendable ears.”
“Are you mad?” She asked.
I shook my head, “Of course not, it helps that I don’t have to keep saying it out loud.”
“A, I’m so sorry. Life totally freaking sucks.”
“Yeah, at least I can go back to Hogwarts.”
Dom and Ally nodded, both frowning. “Is it okay if we don’t talk about this anymore?” I asked them, knowing that they would like nothing more than that. They both nodded quickly. “I’m going to go to sleep. It’s-it’s been a long day.”
I climbed into my bed, not caring that it was only six o’clock and I hadn’t had dinner yet. Right now, I just wanted this day to end. This horrible, bitter day, it just needed to go away.
AH! I’m so sorry for the shortness of the chapter and how long it took me to write it! I’ve been really busy starting school and moving and stuff. All week I was convinced that you guys were plotting my death. Haha. Question time!
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