Hi again!! This is entry 2 Hope you like it <33 TN by @ArtsyPrincess4 (i can't stop staring at itt <3333) I gave u a hint of her mom.. @Abby-Via_ for Dr. Fazio "* *" signs mean there is a noise. Im the cliffhanger master >:}
✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ Entry 2: Hello again. Its Sunday (FINALLY) and I decided to take a break from working. I've been working my whole life (almost). From when I was 5, I took math and ELA classes outside of school. Math was fine, I guess, but during creative writing in ELA was my favorite. Dad says I got it from my mom again, but "Mom," doesn't want to show up. I don't remember her, but I do remember her brown hair, striking gray eyes, and her warm laugh. When I think of her, I think of my dead siblings. Olivia and Max. God, I miss them. Max died when I was 6, he was stabbed, and Liv died when I was 8, apparently thrown off a cliff. When Max died, the only one to comfort me was Liz, then she and Dad went to see his body, and then there was Dr. Fazio. She saw me crying on a bench and comforted me. She was the one who kept me going through their deaths, and she's helping me again with Dad. I can't even thank her. Saturday afternoon, I went to her office. "Grace! Its a pleasure to see you!" She gave me a hug. "Same to you, Dr. Fazio!" I replied. "Oh please, call me Abby. Now sit and tell me what's going on." She gestured to a empty chair and I gladly accepted it. "Dad's been, acting weird lately." "Tell me more. Like, what, I guess symptoms, is he experiencing?" Abby said, leaning closer. I told her what was happening to him. "He's been tired, dizzy, he's not eating much, it hurts for him to get up, and he looks yellowish. "Oh. I-I might know what's happening but I can't specify now. If his conditions worsen, bring him here immediately." She placed a hand on mine, which wasn't a good sign. When I came home, I sat in my room for a while, then I heard a THUMP. Oh, shoot. Dad! I raced down the steps to see him on the ground, shaking violently. I raced to his side. I called Abby, and a couple minutes later, there was an ambulance outside. They loaded Dad onto a stretcher and took him. I sat beside him and the shaking eventually stops. Now, I'm in the hospital, again. Outside a screening room. I know Abby's diagnoses. Cancer. Stage 4 cancer. ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧
