My Last Twelve Days

12 Days

        I ran home. Well, not exactly ran. Like, walked as fast as I could. When you have breathing problems, it's kind of hard to run. I slammed myself into Ron's door, then repeatedly banged my fist onto it. In the end, let's just say... I broke my right hand, and started sobbing uncontrollably.
"Bel- Oh my God! Belle! Wha-What happened? Your hand! I heard about Mum, so you can calm down. She's fine. She just slipped... It's not serious... Belle, calm down... Sshhhh it's okay."
"No-o. It's no-ot I-I'm just a-average." I hiccuped through my tears.
"Just average? Whomever told you that? Bells, if I can call you that," He he looked at me uncertainly.
"Y-yes."
"Okay. Bells, who would tell you that? You are much more than average. You saved my life. You have er... Listen, I heard about your terminal cancer now... And you are worrying about other people, Bells. That's amazing."
"No... It's not. I'm dying, Ron, I'm dying. I'll die... On... Octob-ber n-nineteenth."
"Hey.. Bells, listen it's only... Uh, 12 days away. But, hey, I can make it the best 12 days of your life, okay? 12 days, starting tomorrow. 12 days , and you'll have really lived."
"Okay." I whispered.
He brought me into the house and washed my hand off, and wrapped it. Turns out that Barty was a doctor, and he taught Ron a trick or two.
"So... I do wonder, who did tell you that your just average?" The red haired boy said casually to me, while we were sitting on his couch, watching Dance Moms.
Since my hair has always grew fast, it was now a pixie cut. It suited me, or so I thought. I ran my hand through my short, honey colored hair. I was kind of like my mom's, which was honey colored, but it had my Dad's texture, straight.
"It's no one."

I stared blankly at the tv screen, when suddenly it went black. I turned to look at Freckle Face, and he was wiggling his eyebrows and holding up the remote. I lunged for it, but my foot got caught on my breathing tube, and I fell, flat on my butt. I laughed it off, and then got back up to reach for it again, but he was already across the room, and sprinting down the hallway. I put my oxygen tank on as a backpack, and walked fastly to find him. I could hear heavy breathing in the closet, so I snapped the door open. But what I found, was not Ron.

It was tiny. It was midnight black. It had big, chocolate brown eyes.
"Hi, puppy." I cooed as I scooped her up. Ron rounded the corner with big eyes.
"Uh, Bells, this is Delilah. She's for you. We were going to giver her to you at dinner tonight, since we were having it at your house, but-"
"Thankyouthankyouthankyou!" I grinned.
"Yeah, okay. But you have to act surprised. Obviously, she's a troublemaker. She was in a cage in Mum and Dad's room... But somehow, she managed to get into the closet!"
"I'll remember that!"
He had forgotten completely about the remote, and it he was barely holding on to it. This was my chance.
"What's that?" I pointed to a replica of Starry Night.
"That, in fact, is a replica, of Starry Night, a painting painted in- Hey!" He exclaimed as I snatched the remote, and walked as fast I could to the couch, sat down, and put on Bones, since Dance Moms was done for the day. Delilah happily pounced onto my legs, and snuggled up onto my lap. Ron bounced over and sat to my right. This was a great day. Sort of.
"What's this?"
"The show?"
"Yeah."
"Oh." I started. "These two people, Brennan and Booth, help solve crimes. Brennan or "Bones" is a forensic anthropologist, and Booth is an FBI agent. They're desperately in love, but they don't show it.... Like, skinny love."
"Oh, cool."
"Soo... Ronald. Tell me something I don't know about you."
"Uh, I'd rather you not call me Ronald?"
"No...."
"I know, I was joking. Er, I have an older brother."
"You do?"
"Yeah, he's coming to dinner tonight. He usually spends all his time in his room, but tonight we have to get him out. He been sad ever since... Well, don't be offended if he will completely ignore you, because his girlfriend of three years died of cancer last year."
"Oh."
"Yeah, it's okay. She wasn't kind, like you. They got in fights a lot, because she would always care about her beauty so much, and she was plain mean. They were just about to break up when she died. It was sad, but he needs to get over it."
"What does he look like?" I asked.
"Uh, his name is Derrick. He has blue eyes, and brown hair, but no freckles. He really deserves someone like you."
"Puh-lease. Another dying girl? Plus, I'm... Well, not very pretty."
"Bells, you are the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on. Your eyes, your blue eyes, may I add, go as deep as the ocean. The freckles on your face are dotted in the exact right places., and your hair suits you perfectly."
"Thanks."
"So, tell me something I don't know about you." Geez, this British thirteen year old can go from deep to just plain talking within a couple of breaths.
"Er, I'm going to be a forensic anthropologist when I'm older. And my cousin, Kiera, who is so popular, and she has a pretty friend, River, but anyway she got sucked into the Bones episode pull, that pulls every living thing into it. She encourages me, you know, to be one. When I'm in college I-" I frowned as I realized my mistake.

There would be no going to college for me. No being a forensic anthropologist. No helping people. None of that. No, I will be the dead body in the morgue. Not a murder victim I had to identify.

"Don't think like that. You will go to college, I can guarantee that." Ron said, putting a hand on my shoulder. But I shrugged it off.

I only had 12 days to live.