>>721206562
She didn't really come to school anymore after a while and was spending more time at the hospital later in the year. I remember begging my mom to go to the hospital so I could be with her instead of going to school. But my mom kept forcing me to go to school to attend classes. I barely got to see her and it kills me to this day how alone she must've felt being in that hospital room all day or doing chemo. I was constantly mad at my mom for not letting me see her and forcing me to go to "stupid school".
I got to see her so very little and whenever I visited she was wearing a hat or cap because she lost her hair. Didn't want to feel ashamed of it in front of me I guess. Maybe I should've said something about it but I didn't. I just talked about things that were going on as if preparing for her to get back the next day. I also wrote letters when I could and put them in her mailbox so her parents could give them to her.
One day I came home from school and her mom and my mom were there. They told me she had passed away. I didn't see her for that entire week and I can still remember waving at her the last time I saw her. For fuck's sake. I got so mad at my mom for forcing me to go to class. I yelled at her, trashed my room, screamed, whatever. I don't think I've ever been the same after that. I still remember her well, I remember the feelings we had, and I'm just kind of waiting for my life to end. I hope I can see her again.
