1 The Bomb Starts Ticking

I went to the basketball game prepared and ready. My team mates were all excited since it was the last game before the tournaments. "Yo, Lyra you got this"! My best friend Cam told mr. She knows I'm not confident of myself and my talents, but today I feel good.

We get into the gym and start warming up. We do free throws, three pointers, block shots, and lay ups. Then it's time for the game. We start and we score. Then in the middle of running down the court my adrenaline starts pumping through my veins and my heart beats even faster. I have this pain in my stomach.

I take it as a stitch in the side and try to keep going. But I can't . The pain feels like someone stabbing me and twisting the knife in my stomach. I start crying and am nearly able to catch up to the others. Half time rings. I take a break try to catch my breath. The pain goes away. We end up winning. Just a minor stomach pain.

We go home and eat. That night my pain. Comes back. And so does it the next day. I'm sent to the hospital and stay there two nights. It goes away and I never had the pains in my stomach again. Only if I knew it was the thing that started my bomb.

It's a few month later and I notice a difference in my breathing. I work out and exercise. I eat healthy. What's wrong. I can't do anything without getting out of breath and having fainting spells.

I go to the doctor. They said they don't know and it will probably go away. It hasn't and it never will. I now have cancer. A lung cancer. My lungs will not be able to support my breathing and my heart will get weak. I will die. It's only a matter of time.

I now stay at the hospital everyday. It's my new home or my new cell, you chose. I think it's a prison. You stay there because they are worried you will corrupt the perfect people outside and the imperfections can't interact with the perfects. I thought I would never socialize, talk, love, or do anything with anyone while being in this prison. That was, until I met him.