Please Enjoy my story. Any relation to anyone of real life is completely accidental. This story is fiction, something i came up with for a class i took in high school. Thank you

You Only Get One Chance

My eyes stare up the white ceiling as voices cry around me. Doctors shine lights into my eyes. The light only makes the thundering head aches worse. I groan, rolling over and vomiting into the bucket next to me. I groan again, feeling myself drift into unconsciousness.

"Ameile!" someone snaps. I open my heavy eyes, looking up at a young doctor, concern writ all over her face.

"Come on sweetie, you got to stay with me! Code blue!" the doctor yells behind her. I blink a couple times, waiting for the fuzziness to fade.

"I need 5 ccs of epinephrine!" someone shouts. A needle is pressed into my arm as the frantic drumming in my head begins fades,. My ears are suddenly met with a peaceful silence as I enter the surgery room. Doctors dressed in blue suits are waiting for us, their faces covered by masks, with their hands strapping me down, forcing an oxygen mask on to my face.

"Start the surgery now! We can't wait any longer!" the woman from before says. A man standing off to my right nods, cranking the knob from what looked like an gas tank. A fog enters my mind, trying to push me down into sleep. I fight it off but soon succumb to the heavy medicine. As my eye drift closed, I watch the doctor hold a gleaming knife in the air.

"I think she's coming to!" a voice calls. I hear multiple sighs of relief, including a few chocked sobs.

"Mama?" I croak, my throat feeling like sandpaper. The sweet brown eyes of my mother look down at me, her cherry red lips revealing the perfectly straight pearly teeth as she smiles sweetly.
"Hello, my love," she whispers, stroking my forehead. I grin feebly, reaching up to feel my head. My wig was gone; the artificial brown wig that normally hid the shiny skin was gone, now replaced by bandages.

"What happened?" I ask, alienated by the lack of hat or wig covering my head. She sighs, planting a soft kiss upon my forehead.

"Your brain tumor. The doctors tried to remove it—"

"Tried?" My voice cracks as panic seeps into my system. She nods, looking at the other people in the room, obviously looking to them for help.

"Ameile," my dad's voice turns my face to look at. "The chemo isn't working so…" he stops, looking up at my mother. Neither of them said anything for a while until my great aunt Lorelei speaks up.

"You're going to die. You're terminal." Mama glares at her, standing at her full, imposing height over the crooked old lady.

"Libby," Dad warns. I grasp her wrist quickly, bringing it closer to my face.

"Mama. It's okay. It's better to know than to be left in the dark," I assure her. She smiles, tears pooling in her eyes. I smile back, reaching up; she leans down enveloping me in a hug. Dad leans in too, wrapping his long arms around both of us. Soon, Mama is bawling, her forehead resting against my shoulder. As we separate, my other family members come talk with me before they all leave. Aunt Lorelei comes up to me slowly, leaning heavily on her cane, patting my shoulder and whispering, "We love you. We're going to miss you doll." After she hobbles out, the only thing that remains in the air is their love and that for the first time in a long time, I feel safe.

"Amelie?" I glance up into the face of my boyfriend, Eli. His naturally crazy black hair look possibly even crazier. He grimaces as he strides into the room, sitting where my mother had been before leaving because her crying had grown out of control. My hand reaches up to the white gauze, lingering there. Dad awkwardly stands off in the corner before sliding out to talk with a doctor.

"How do I look?" I chuckle nervously. He smiles sadly at me, placing a hand on my face, stroking my cheek.

"I have never seen anyone more beautiful…" he whispers, leaning in so that our foreheads touch. I smile, interlacing his fingers with mine. We sit there for what seems like hours, just staring into each other's eyes.

"I love you," he said.

"I love you too," I reply simply. He nods, pulling away, but his hand remains on my face. A nurse dressed in pink wanders in, checking the machines and averting her eyes. We both chuckle. His warmth drifts away as his hand drops to the bed sheets.

"Nurse?" I ask. She looks up at me.

"How long?"

"Excuse me?" she asks, coming closer and pressing a hand to my forehead. I gently push it away.

"How long do I have?"

"Amelie—" Eli starts. I put a hand up, "It's okay, Eli. I want to know." She nods, pressing a button on the wall. After a few moments, a female doctor comes in. Her blue eyes are dull and sorry as they stare at my baldhead.

"Hello Amelie," she says, standing at the other side of the bed.

"Hi Dr.—"

"Dr. Rebecca Cedar."

"Dr. Cedar. Like the tree?" She laughs, nodding.

"So. Amelie. Nurse Newman tells me that you want to know how long until you…"

"Die," I cut in. She nods, grabbing a folder from Nurse Newman before continuing. She eyes flit back and forth across the papers, glancing up at me a few times. I gaze doesn't waver as I wait for her to speak. The manila folder snaps shut and falls at my feet as Dr. Cedar stares back at me with an equal gaze.

"Starting from when you came to us three months ago, you now have about forty-eight hours." Eli's hand tenses around mine, his jaw twitching. Dr. Cedar sighs sadly, grabbing the folder and tucking it under her arm before striding out of the room. Nurse Newman checks the machines one last time before following the doctor.

"So little time…" I whisper. Eli nods, leaning in and planting a kiss on my cheek.

"We're getting out of here!" I decide, flinging off the itchy bed covers and swinging my feet to the floor.

"Whoa," Eli laughs, holding my arm as I sway. "What are you doing?"

"I'm getting out of here. You heard Dr. Cedar. If I only have about two days left, I'm not spending it cooped up in some stuffy old hospital. He frowns at me, gently leading me back to the bed.

"That's crazy, Amelie," he says. I snort, kicking my legs impatiently. He sighs in defeat as he grabs my hand.

"Fine," he says gruffly, grabbing a wheelchair from the hallway. I grin, sliding into it. He wraps his jacket around me, covering my head with a beanie. Slowly, we make our way out of the hospital and pause at the double doors.

"Amelie." I hold my breath, staring at the outside world. It seems like it is forbidden to cross, as if I no longer belong in that world. I reach out, gingerly brushing my fingers across the handle, waiting for some sort of alarm to go off.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" I have never felt surer of anything in my life, I think to myself.

"Yeah," I whisper. Eli pushes the handi-capped button and the doors swing open. I sigh, feeling the soft summer breezes play with my skin, like excited dogs when someone comes home for the first time in a while. Eli chuckles as we walk farther and farther from the hospital. I grin, flinging my arms up, letting the sun warm my skin. I squeal as a butterfly brushes over my head, lifting its wings to fly I away. I close my eyes, letting the world reveal itself to me again. The early summer sounds greet me like an old friend. I'd been inside the jail for three months now and am glad to be outside for once.

"Okay, here we go," Eli says as we approach his big truck. He swoops me up, depositing me in the passenger seat, gently buckling the seat belt. I still his shaking hands, finishing the belt myself. He leans over the armrest, kissing me on the cheek as we back out of the parking lot.

"Where to first?" he asks hesitantly. I shrug, rolling down the window and letting my arm drift in the wind.

"The school." He raises an eyebrow at me. I smirk, staring out at the rolling hills passing by.

"Okay…" I grin, switching on the radio, fiddling with it until I hear my favorite song.

So far away, been far away for far too long

So far away, been far away for far too long

But you know

You know, you know

I wanted

I wanted you to stay

'Cause I needed

I need to hear you say

I love you; I have loved you all along

And I forgive you for being away for far too long

So keep breathing 'cause I'm not leaving you anymore

Believe it, hold on to me, never let me go

It seems like an appropriate song. I have been gone for a very long time. My family and friends want me to stay and I can honestly say, I'm not planning on going anywhere any time soon. Eli smiles at me, grabbing my hand and presses his lips to the skin on my hand gently, as if I could break instantly.

We continue driving in silence when suddenly I spot the short and fat brick building that held all my high school memories up until three months ago. I smile softly, hearing the chatter of voice and the school bell ring to let out class. Memories come flooding back as I see the world I have left behind. Everything is so familiar yet alien at the same time.

I spot my best friend Sarah wandering around the flagpole, talking with two girls I didn't recognize. Eli tosses me his old gym shorts that I slip on under the hospital gown. I grin, and leap out of the car as Eli barely stops. I take off running, unsteady as a newborn calf but still relishing the feel of power coursing through my body as I approach Sarah. My naked feet slap against the cement finally free again. My head starts swimming but I push through the temporary nausea.

"Amelie!" She screams as she spins around right before I crash-hug her. We both laugh, holding one another as if our lives depend on it.

"What are you doing out of the hospital?" she gasps, gripping my hand. I shrug, gesturing at my head.

"She ran away. Hey Sarah." Eli greets her.

"Really? Very bad," she jokes, hugging me again. I grin. Eli tugs me away from Sarah, putting both his hands on my shoulder and staring deep into my eyes.

"Amelie. Shouldn't we go back to the hospital?"

"Eli. Stop it! You're ruining my day. This is the first time in three months that I've been really free," I explain. "I feel so alive. Like there's nothing on Earth I can't do! Let me live this moments without worry." He sighs, running his fingers through his hair. I wait for him to say something else. When he doesn't, I turn back to Sarah. We talk for a few minutes. Even though it's July, Sarah is doing a extra study program before applying to her dream college, Harvard.

"Okay, well we need to go," I say. She pouts, hugging me fiercely before letting me go.

Soon, the car is rushing down the highway as we head to my next big spot: Washington D.C, the nation's capital. My parents had promised to take me there but with the onslaught of the cancer, it could never happen. After three hours of nonstop driving, Eli drives into the middle of the city.

"Amelie?" he shakes my shoulder to wake me, but I am already away, staring at the statues and magnificent buildings that pass us by. We drive around for about an hour, going everywhere and anywhere that D.C had to offer. I try to freeze everything in my mind like a photograph, hoping they'll stay forever, even after fleeing with the summer birds. We go up the Washington monument, stand in front of the White House and wave to Obama. Finally, we decided to get back on the highway and head home. I lean my head against the window, letting the cold night air cool my feverish skin.

"Look at that!" I cry, pointing out as fireworks leaping into the dark sky. Eli grins, turning his truck to drive in the direction of the display of light. Our faces are washed with artificial light, splashes of white, red, blue, and yellow.

"It's beautiful," I gasp, pressing my face into the window. He chuckles. We drive near a hill, covered in couples snuggling on blankets, all their faces turned up to the lights in awe. I drag Eli out of the truck, laying his sweater on the sweet smelling grass and settling down, feeling his arms wrap around my shoulders. Soon, the show blurs, as my eyes grow heavy with fatigue.

"Happy 4th of July," Eli whispers, kissing my temple. I smile, snuggling into his side and letting sleep take me.

I wake slowly, feeling my face wet and cold, with dew.

"What happened?" I groan.

Eli chuckles, "You fell asleep. I decided not to move." I grin, looking around us. It seems I'm not the only person to have taken a nap during the fireworks show.

"Let's get going." Eli pulls me to my feet. I stumble after him, my head starting to spin and climb into the truck. A mist settles of the land as the truck zoom down the highway. The sky is gray, the same as an ocean before a raging storm. Slowly, almost unnoticeably you notice the land is no longer bleached from its color, turning from gray to brilliant colors as the sun comes out from hiding, showering the world with life. I smile, watching the world wake as I did.

I groan as pain starts to ebb into my head, throbbing and then stretching into my limbs. No! I think, Not now! Please stop!

"Amelie?!" Eli's voice is distance, similar to an echo of a memory. My eyesight swims, disorienting everything around me. The last thing is see is Eli shouting my name but soundlessly.

I blink my eyes a few times, hearing an annoying beeping tone in my ear. I stare at the plastic white ceiling. Attempting to move my arms, but they remain at my side. Glancing down, I finally see my wrists are tied to the side of the bed. Eli brought me back. As rage races through my blood, I grit my teeth.

"So, you're awake," Dr. Cedar says suddenly. I didn't see her sitting in the corner of the room.

"Why am I tied down? What's going on?"

"Look Amelie. We have a lot of terminal patients do crazy things, but running away from the hospital hours before you die is not a smart move!" she snap, her face turning red with anger. I sigh, wriggling my wrists and legs, testing the restraints. Dr. Cedar sighs, standing and putting a different vial in my IV.

"What's that?" I ask.

"Time."

She smiles and walks out, leaving me alone in the room. I stare stiffly at the ceiling, waiting to die. They say I'm going to die today so let's get it over with I think angrily. Regret fills me. I'm not ready to die. Though I'm terminal, I'm not going without a fight. Life can't end so early. I'm not ready.

"I don't want to go," I whisper to the machines in the room, the only things keep me alive. Tears start to drip down my face.

"Hey bud," Sarah says, coming into the room. I quickly rub my face on my shoulder, hiding the tears. She's holding a small, soft looking teddy bear under her arm. I smile sadly. Sarah has not been told that I'm terminal. I avoiding looking into her eyes, waiting for her to speak first.

"Don't be mad at Eli, okay?" she starts, sitting next to me. I crane my neck to look at her.

"Why?"

"He did this because he loves you."

"Oh. I'm not mad." The lie stings my lips.

"That's good. He was really worried. You went all pale and passed out in the car. Bringing you back here was the only way he could save you," she explains quickly, waving her arms wildly. I shake my head. Lies. They are all selfish, trying to keep me trapped here as their pet until I expire. Then they just throw me out like a doll that can no longer be played with.

"Will you take me to see him?"

"Um…" Sarah look around slowly, watching a few nurses pass through the halls, "I don't think I'm allowed to—" I smirk, looking down at the restrains intently.

"I need to talk with Eli," I beg her, looking into her big blue eyes.

"But Dr. Cedar said—"

"I don't care what Dr. Cedar said!" I scream, frustration coursing through my veins. "Just get me out of here!" my voice drops to a growl. Sarah flinches, her chin quivering as she hacks through the plastic ties with her nail cutter. I sigh, watching her face carefully. With my wrists free, I work on my legs and leap out of the bed. Sarah smiles hesitantly. I envelope her in a hug and she smiles in return. The hall is deserted as we make a beeline for the elevators.

Sarah flings her coat at me as we reach her mini-van. It is early morning, just like the day before. Before I was taken back to the hospital. Before I lost control of my life again, I think bitterly. Sarah looks jittery as we escape the lot without incident. We pull in to Eli's large farm-like house about twenty minutes later. As Sarah shuts the engine off, I wait with my hand gripping the handle.

"Wait here," I murmur. I don't wait for Sarah to protest before striding to the glass door. As my fingers brush the wooden frame, it's unlocked, as always. The entire house is empty, except for Eli's old sheepdog, Manny. His tail wags feebly as I begin to pass through the kitchen. I stop, kneeling to rub his head before restarting my journey to Eli's room.

The hall is dark and damp. I gasp and falter as the stuffy air begins to enter my lungs. Manny has decided to follow up, wheezing as we enter Eli's room. It smells exactly like him. Faint laundry detergent and sweet grass fill my nostrils, calming by nerves. His bed is neatly made as usual but his desk is a total mess.

"G'boy," I whisper to Manny, rubbing his ears. He pants happily, settling at the end, becoming my guardian angle. I climb into the bed, staring up at the ceiling. I feel Manny's bushy head rests on my feet. I welcome the companionship. Who knows what'll happen next.

I hear Eli pull into the driveway. The pain is growing through my mind. I can barely suppress the darkness.

"Sarah!" he calls. She shrieks, running towards him. I chuckle, coughing harshly. Manny whines feebly.

"Thank god you're here!" she sobs, "Amelie went inside ten minutes ago and never came out! I think something bad happened!" I can just picture Eli, staring at the house, waiting for me. He lurches forward, running with time as he sprints into the house, ignoring the open door. I hear him crashing through the door. I gasp as a blazing wave of darkness comes, taking me under. I let out, letting the light slip away slowly.

"Amelie? Manny!" he calls. His voice echoes through the empty house. Manny starts barking crazily upstairs. Eli leaps up the stairs, taking them two at a time. The dog whines at the bed, looking at the body. Eli sobs as he approaches Amelie. She lies there, peacefully. With her hands gripping a picture, she seems to be asleep but Eli knows better. She is gone.

The song lyrics that i use are Far Away by Nickelback. I don't own the lyrics. Thank you for reading!