Journey into the Unknown
Kaitlyn Harper had found out her sister, Meleanie, is suffering from Cancer in the pancreas. Have you ever seen that survival rate? As Meleanie's last wish, she hopes to meet a vampire. Kaitlyn, feeling she needs to do this for her younger sister, embarks on a journey into the unknown, to find one of these dark creatures. But like always, she gets more than she bargained for.
A Story by Samantha Bellamy.
Life is not going well. I can't help but miss Father, every time I think of him there is an undeniable pang in my chest that only resides when he is forgotten. But what I really want to know is, should he be forgotten? Despite the pain I feel when he is though of? I don't know what to do. And Mother is in terrible shape; lashing out in anger whenever possible. I am afraid for the future and what it might hold. I find it odd that people say they are afraid of the dark. Because in most cases, it's not the dark. It's what hides within it.
It broke my heart to see my sister in this vulnerable position. I had borrowed my mother's car to drive my sister to the hospital- she was too lost in her own misery to notice. Meleanie had puked three times already and we were only half way to the hospital.
Convienient my mother had chosen one of the buildings farthest from it.
"Are we almost there?" Meleanie mumbled, barely conscious.
"Yes, sweetie, we will be there in a moment." I felt like I had been two people that day. In the morning I was an irresponsible teenager who plotted revenge on her mother. But now I was a responsible caring adult driving my very ill sister to the hospital.
It's amazing how quick things could change.
Though it seemed like forever, fifteen minutes later we arrived at the hospital and I demanded quick attention from the nearest nurse. "Just wait in the waiting room, there are more important things we need to take care off," she replied coldly, and I stifled the urge to sock her in the face.
And so we waited. And waited. And waited some more. And Meleanie puked. And puked. And puked some more.
I felt a buzzing sensation from my pocket and my eyebrows furrowed together. Then I realized I had brough my phone and just wished I could have called 9-1-1, they would have had Meleanie all checked up by now.
The text I had received had come from Ryan.
Wicked party, babe! Can't wait for the next one. Maybe we can 'get to know eachother'. ; )
I was suddenly disgusted, replaced by confusion. Ryan and I had been intimate for weeks. So what was this disgust welling up in my chest?
Well, that was unknown.
"Meleanie Harper?" The nurse called out, and I eagerly jumped up, turning off my phone. Something I never did. Meleanie was asleep, her puke filled bucket (I had nowhere to dump the puke) upright in her lap.
Sighing, I placed the bucket on the ground and picked her up, carrying her towards the doctor's office, careful not to jostle her and cause her to vomit again.
I just hoped the three hour wait was worth it.
"Meleanie, you have to wake up now," I said softly, then looking up at the doctor.
"She has been puking every ten minutes at least," I said, a matter of fact tone in my voice, raising my eyebrows at the doctor. He raised his eyebrows at me.
"I am ninety nine percent sure Meleanie, here, has a case of the stomach flu. It will pass," he replied blankly The frustration inside of me welled up, bursting out.
"That's it? That's all your going to say. Listen, my sister could be seriously sick here. At least run some tests!" I exclaimed, and the doctor sighed.
"Every person who brings in a child here says that. And how many do you think I run tests for?"
"Listen, Bucko. I have a very large amount of money, and if it turns out my little sister has a bad disease, I'll make sure that we will sue you for every penny you own." I replied, going for the bluff.
There was a crease between his fore head as he thought this out. Then he sighed.
"We will run one test. If it comes out blank, you will leave and not come back," the doctor said, and I shrugged, thinking off every possible loop hole at the bargain. I was going to make sure this was done right.
"And what is the accuracy of this test?" I said, and the doctor looked defeated. I sneered.
"Well, I suppose I can give you a ninety percent one. But it will cost quite an amount of money."
And the test passed. I waited anxiously back in the waiting room. I vaguely hoped I didn't get ill from all these sick people surrounding me. My phone stayed off.
Quite a while later, the doctor came over, test results in his hand.
His face was composed, the annoyed expression wiped off of his face.
"Well, I am afraid I have some very bad news. Your sister is suffering from cancer."
I determinedly held back the tears. "Where?"
"In the pancreas."