The light leading to the right path

I can vaguely remember it, the day that I was diagnosed with cancer. I was only ten years old. All I can remember were these bright white lights glaring down on me from the ceiling. The next minute I was placed onto a bed. Suddenly I felt the bed moving and I went into this circular tube machine thing. All I can remember is feeling afraid because couldn’t move. I heard some voices and as I opened my eyes I saw three people standing beside my bed.  Two who looked like my parents and another wearing a white coat, which was presumably the doctor, I guess. It has been two years since I was diagnosed with cancer.

Tomorrow would be the day that I was finally and officially cancer – free. I would get my last surgery today to remove the cancer from my body. I would be able to grow my hair back and look like other normal girls. Right now my only wish is that I will be able to look like other girls and grow back my hair. Of course I also wished that the surgery would be a success.  I would have my surgery around nine o'clock in the morning. My mom promised me that after I got better that we would buy some new things for her and me. I couldn't wait until I got better and to go back to school and meet all my friends again.

So now I was cancer – free and I would be able to live normally but just to make sure that I would be all right I had to go to the doctor every month. Today the doctor told me that I could go home tomorrow since I would still have to recover from my surgery and I still had to get my food through feeding tubes. One whole day passed and I could finally go home and go to school again. I couldn’t wait until I would meet my friends again. I arrived at home and slept for a while since I was going to school at twelve o’ clock. My mom woke me up and I went to school. It seemed like a normal school day but somehow it was different.

As I walked into my class I could feel everyone’s eyes looking at my hat. Since I was bald I felt more comfortable wearing a hat to school. After one minute of silence the teacher started welcoming me back to the school. As soon as the teacher finished talking I took a seat next to my best friend Fatima. This environment just felt so safe that it seemed like I never had left this place. As I tried to look at the window I saw Joshua looking at me and giving me this kind of, what is it called? Uh, oh yeah a death stare. A few minutes later there was a note being passed around the class to me. It said: “Meet me at the field after school.”

After looking at the note I looked at Joshua again and he gave me this death stare again. I don't know why but I guess he just had something against me. It seemed like he hated me. After our first lesson finished we went outside and had lunch. Finally after almost a week or so I could play soccer again and have fun. Apparently according to Joshua girls can’t play soccer and he started to pull Fatima’s hair and pulled her hair down until she fell on the grass. Joshua was very rude and disrespectful towards girls but especially Alexia.  It just seems like Joshua never stopped having fun. I wasn’t just beat by that, I went in and joined the game then I started scoring a lot of points to show him that girls also can play soccer.

The school day ended and I was heading toward the field Joshua told me to go to. Along with me I brought Fatima and Tristan. ‘Why are we here Alexia?’ Tristan asks me. ‘ Joshua told me to come to the field afterschool.’ I reply. ‘Why?’ ,‘ I don’t know.’ ‘Are you sure you’re not going to get in trouble Alexia?’ Fatima asks me. ‘I don’t know actually since I don’t know why we’re here anyways.’ I replied. Suddenly I could see two guys approaching us. One of them looked very tall while the other looked a bit shorter. As they came closer I could see that they were Joshua and Bart.

All of a sudden they were standing in front of me and Joshua made his hand into a fist and punched me right in my face. Then Bart started pushing Fatima that made her fall to the grass. After ten minutes of fighting Tristan’s mother Judeska came and got mad at him because he used her bicycle and because it was broken. All that I got from this fight were a few rashes and a bleeding nose. I ran home as quickly as I could to avoid any more fighting. When I arrived at home I noticed that the necklace I was wearing was gone.

The next day at school Joshua came up to me and gave me a little box. As I opened it I could see my necklace. I think that it fell when we were fighting and that he kept it. ‘Thank you Joshua.’ ‘No problem Alexia.’ That day it was just an ordinary school day. As I wanted to get my bicycle I saw Joshua standing there. What was he doing there? ‘Hi Alexia, I hoped I could talk to you for a bit.’ ‘Um yeah sure.’ ‘Okay so um, how do I say this.’ ‘Say what?’ ‘Nothing never mind.’ Okay that was weird. ‘Bye Alexia.’ ‘Bye.’ What was he going to tell me? Most importantly, why was he acting so weirdly?

After a few months I got extremely sick. Doctor Thomas told me that they had discovered a part of the cancer that they didn’t remove last time. He told me that it was already in my lungs, my heart and other body parts. He told me that there was a really small chance that I can survive. He told me that there was one way I would be able to survive. Which was that someone had to be a donor. Not so long after everyone at school heard about it. That week everyone from my class came to the hospital to see me. There was something odd, not everyone came to see me in the hospital. There was one person missing which was Joshua. When everyone else left Fatima grabbed a chair and sat down next to me. She told me everything what happened at school. Then she told me what happened to Joshua and why he didn’t come to visit today. She told me that he was in the car with his dad and his dad just came from a bar meaning he was drunk. Then they got in a car accident Joshua and his father were killed instantly. I could feel a teardrop roll down my cheek. Fatima noticed it and she started telling me everything was going to be okay, trying to make me feel better.

A new week started and there is still no one who wants to be a donor and I still am becoming sicker. The more time passed the less chance I had to survive. Suddenly I could feel this stinging pain in my lung and I could barely breathe. Not long after the nurse came in and helped me to some oxygen. She called the doctor and he came in. So when I first met him I told him this: ‘ If I don’t have a chance of surviving you have to shave your moustache.’ Well today he came into my room without a moustache. He came over to me and told me it was better if he injected me with something so I would die without pain. I could feel the needle being put into my skin. This is it, the end. After I felt the needle go out of my skin I slowly fell asleep. Sleep that I would never awake from. This is all the right way. This is what god wants. I could see white, only white, everywhere around me. Thank you god for letting me live this long. Please take care of everyone else. Thank you for leading me to the right path.