His Fading Mate

CHAPTER 2: Too Young to Die

Chapter 2

Rosalie's POV

“Everything changed in the blink of an eye. Everything happens for a reason, but only God knows why.”

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Did you ever feel like you wanted to desperately begged to God for something you need? Like when one of your loved ones got ill and you pray that you would change and be a good person just for him to make them better? And then after a week of God granting your wish, you will go back to your old self, as if nothing happened. That's what most people do now, they would promise a thing that they can't keep. But God still forgives us no matter what.

That's how I feel.

The doctors promised me that they will do anything to remove the tumor for me to get better. They give me hope and a positive outlook despite my condition. I trusted and believe them that they won't let me down. But after a year, my trust and hope slowly break down until it turns into nothing but bitterness.

"Any good news?" I closed the door and look at Martha Evans, my mom's best friend. She is in her late 40's, her husband died because of kidney failure and she doesn't have any children. She and mom are so close.

Mom immediately hugged her while sobbing. Martha looked at me confused and I just shake my head already heading upstairs.

After my parents divorced, mom and I moved to a suburban neighborhood, and that's when we meet Martha. The house is not big and not small, it's a cozy place that gives you a homey feeling.

I dive face-first on my bed and that's when I let my tears fell. I accepted my tragic fate a long time ago but that doesn't mean it's easy because it's so f*****g hard and it sucks to live my life. Nothing good is happening in my life and I'm not also waiting for anything good to happen.

I just sobbed on my pillow and then I heard the sound of my phone ringing on my nightstand. I sit up and reached for it. I hissed when I moved my arms. I look down at my right shoulder to see a dark purple bruised. I clenched my jaw. The symptoms are showing more frequently now. Just a little bump and it's already bruising.

I moved closer to the nightstand and finally reached for my phone. I stare at the contact ID and sighed. I cleared my throat and pressed the green button to answer the call.

"Hello?"

"Rosie, finally!" I cringed at her loud voice on the other line. "Why are you not answering my calls young lady?" she questioned, like a parent scolding her child. I rolled my eyes.

"Stuff," I murmured.

She must sense my mood because she just stayed silent.

"That bad?" I laughed humorlessly. If only she knew.

"It's nothing I didn't expect," I answered, nonchalantly.

"Rosie!" She yelled at me.

"What?"

"All you did expect is to die!"

"And I expected right." I blink several times to keep the tears from falling again.

"What? No! You need to stay positive everything will be alright." I sighed.

"Lily" I bit my lip to keep from sobbing. "I'm dying," I whispered. The line went dead silent.

"Lily?"

"Rosie this isn't funny, stop joking around," I sighed. Why can't she just accept it?

"I'm not joking" I closed my eyes finally letting the tears fall. "I-I only have-" I sobbed.

"Oh, Rosie" Her voice break.

"I only have a few months to live," I wiped my cheeks but the tears just keep on falling. And just then I realized that I'm dying. Just a couple of months and I'm gone. I sobbed harder.

"I'm coming over, we can't talk on the phone while talking about this," I sniff.

"Okay," She hung up.

I slammed my face on the pillow again and scream while crying, my voice muffled.

Why? Why me!? What did I do wrong to have a very short life?

I always asked that to my self but I can't seem to find an answer as to why my life sucks. I can't see my old self in me now; the always happy and positive girl that got so much energy even in a small body. The girl who always brings happiness to other people, the girl who will make everyone happy if she even sees them sad. Because that girl was long gone and all that was left is an energy drained, loner, negative and bitter girl.

It was so depressing.

Suddenly, there is a knock sounding outside my door. I immediately sit up and was about to wipe my tears but it's too late, Martha already opened the door and is looking at me with sadness and . . . pity.

I look away

Then wipe my tears with the sleeve of my shirt. I feel the bed dipped and she softly speaks.

"I'm not gonna ask if you were okay because everyone knows that you are not." I emotionlessly chuckle, shaking my head, still looking down. "But I want you to know that I'm here, you can tell me if you can't take it anymore and I'm here to listen."

I shake my head, I wanted to tell her that even if I told her what I'm feeling, she won't understand.

No one understands

"Rosie . . . you are not alone. You have us, we're here to help and support you. You know that right?"

I signed and finally look at her, despite the pity she has in her eyes, I manage to smile at her. It's good to know that I have some people that love me and are always there for me. I sometimes think that tough times are a blessing in disguise, it always reveals the true color of the people around us.

It showed us who are the real people that care for you. Hard times made us see the people that we can trust.

"Of course," I answered. She smiles, but I can tell that it was forced, she's also worried about my health.

"Good," I suddenly remember my mom. She had been so quiet since the ride in the car.

"Where is she?" I asked referring to my mother.

She exhales

"In her room, still sobbing." I gulp and look down at my palms. "I tried to make her smile or at least stopped her cry but . . . " she trailed off. I blink several times to keep my tears from falling. "Like your mother, I still can't believe it." she pressed her lips together, her lips going thin, and then shakes her head.

"Well I do." She narrowed her eyes at me but then, she looks down, sighing.

"You were . . . you were just too . . . young." I smile slightly, looking up again.

"Even if we pay the most professional doctor or pay the most famous physician out there, we can't do anything about it. That is life to us, unfair and unpredictable." she slightly smile; her wrinkles showing, and nod, agreeing with me. "Life is so ironic to understand fully, it takes sadness to know what is happiness. Noise to distinguish silent and blissfulness to understand pain."

"And sometimes . . ." she adds. "We just need to believe in God to know that there is a miracle."

"But sometimes, to lessen the pain, we must learn to accept the truth sooner, even if it's hard. "