Why Don't We Just Runaway?

The beeping sound and heals clicking against the tiled flooring was annoying. I opened my heavy eyes and groaned at the brightness of the room.

Beep. Beep. Beep.

It continued. There was a pain in my stomach, and my head ached ever so slightly. With a heave and a hoe, I sat up.
The last thing I remember was a buzzing sound in my ears, and then blackness. I couldn't remember getting to the hospital, or anything else.
The TV was on, but I wasn't watching it



.
Three days have passed since I was brought here. That means three days since Erin and I met All Time Low, since the concert, since I'd ran away from home.
My phone has been going crazy. Calls from my Dad, my stepmom and Kelsey were frequent, but I never answered them. I was too afraid. I knew they'd want to know where I was, and they'd want to come visit. But not from good intentions.
Erin occasionally called, just to check how I am. But she could never visit. I was thankful that she couldn't, she would only overreact.

"Hello?" Somebody knocked on the door of my hospital room.
I looked up from the window and smiled at my visitor.
"Hey."
"You can go home, in a moment." The doctor announced.
My heart pounded.
"Home? Really?" I asked, excited to be finally getting out of the place I'd called home for the last few days.
"We just need to speak with somebody who can take care of you and then-" My heart stopped.
I had nobody to take care of me until I was back to full health. There was no way I could return home. My Dad wouldn't care for me, neither would Elise or Kelsey. I was screwed.
"What's wrong with me?" I asked, wiping tears away from my eyes.

It was at this moment when I knew I'd ended up ill. I could feel it in my stomach, something that wasn't meant to be there.
My chest felt tight. I couldn't bare the news that something was critically wrong with me as well as I'd hoped.
"Your scan and blood results have revealed that you have a stage 3 Lymphoma."
Those words changed my life.
Tears crashed down my face. I couldn't breathe, I couldn't see through the tears, I wanted to be held by someone who loved me.
"I'm so sorry, Kira." My doctor apologized.
I looked up at him as he bent down beside me and laced his arm around my shoulder.
"It's not y-your fault." I forced out.
"Is there anyone we can call?"
I shook my head.





Loneliness is a feeling you get when you have nobody. It's emptiness, followed by the feeling of neglect. Where you want to be held, but you've got nobody.
It's the most horrible feeling in the world, and when you get told the news that you'll possibly die, that's when loneliness kicks in the most.

All I wanted was to feel someone's arms wrap around me as they pulled me onto their knee. All I could dream of was that someone would love me like Erin loved All TIme Low.

When I woke up in the middle of the night, continiously for a weeks straight, I couldn't help but wish I had someone to nudge awake. To make popcorn with and watch Peter Pan with at 4:30am, when the nightmares had become too much. I wanted somebody.
But as the days passed by, I was more alone than I had ever been. Not even Erin wanted to be a part of my life anymore.



I got home from my first day of chemotherapy, my suitcase was in my hand and my arms ached tremendously.
"One day done." I muttered to myself. "Nineteen more to go."

After I had left hospital a week ago, I quickly found myself a fully furnished apartment which was cheap enough.
The doctors had attempted to convince me to go home, but I knew that going home would mean hell. I couldn't go through anymore on my own.
Every night I checked Erin's social media, wondering if she wondered how I was. But although only a week has passed, she didn't have any posts about me.

I logged onto my laptop, too tired to attempt cooking and too sleepy to bother. My hands glazed over the keys, typing my password for Twitter in effortlessly.
The first tweet I saw was from Jack Barakat.
"We're looking for a girl with bright pink hair, and crystal blue eyes. Her name is Kira and we've accidentally aquired her Bracelet?" I mumbled the words between my lips, and smiled slightly.


My instincts were to phone Erin, to tell her all about the tweet. I wanted to hear the excitement in her voice. But I knew if I phoned, I'd go straight to voicemail.
"That's me!" I typed back, but instead of click 'Tweet', I clicked back and decided to send it later. I didn't need anymore drama in my life.
The bracelet I had lost was important to me, and since realizing it was missing, I had felt even more depressed over it.
My heart was hurting. I wanted a hug so much. So I laid my head down and drifted softly into a peaceful slumber.


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