Isabelle's Last Dance

Izzy Renwick has pancreatic cancer, and she knows she's not going to make it. The only things she truly wants are: to turn 18 and fall in love. But she knows they're both out of her reach.
Peter Gardner has colon cancer, and is angry and bitter. He wants to lock himself in a room and wither away until the cancer works its course, never wanting to look anyone in the face again. And then he meets Izzy. . . .

Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Izzy

I swam in and out of consciousness. I felt like I was on cloud nine and that I was free; free from the world and free of pain. Is this the end? Am I done for? I thought. I just laughed, of course I wasn't dead! It was all the drugs! Silly drugs! I felt so dizzy and weird, was this a normal side effect? Because if so, I should go through chemo more often, I felt amazing!

And just as I felt the euphoria reach its peak, I dove right into unconsciousness. I dreamt of the most wonderful things; things that made me smile and butterflies fly around in my stomach. I dreamt that I met a guy and we fell in love. It was a love that I yearned for more than anything except for the chance to live longer.

He reached over and touched my cheek gently.
"I love you Izzy," He whispered, his eyes reflecting his words.
I couldn't help but smile, letting a tear of joy escape. I had finally found the love that I wanted, and I could die without another word.
"I love you too," I told him.
We leaned in, our lips brushing with feather-like softness. I was happy, I was content.

And it was all a drug-induced dream. I tried to open my eyes, but my body just wouldn't go along with it. I felt an ache in my abdomen, a ghost of something truly painful. It started throbbing, was this normal? Was this supposed to happen when you're all happy, loopy, and drugged up? The throbbing went from a dull sensation to a full-on, gut-wrenching pain. I don't know what happened, but I did know that I shot up from my previously horizontal position on the hospital bed to nearly vertical and screaming bloody-murder.

What the hell was happening? Was I nearing death? I'm going to die tonight, aren't I? If I am, all I have to say is: I love you Mom, I love you Dad, I love you the guy I should have fallen in love with by now.

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