First Chapter PILOT!!!!!!!!

Wow I actually didn't procrastinate on this and DID IT, so that's already something to be proud of. Hopefully you're not let down by this chapter, but I honestly think that it's not too bad.

Big shoutout to a couple friends of mine who edited, read over this chapter, and provided me with moral support overall. Thanks guys :)

visual representation of what I felt like when finishing the chapter

okay here goes:

CHAPTER 1:

I couldn’t believe that this dream had finally come true. My arms bound tightly around his waist with my golden hair flying far out behind me. The scent of the sea and the constant buzz of the motor filled the world around me. This freedom made me feel as if I were unchained, with all my problems left behind. As if I was healthy, as if I was happy, and he was right there by my side.

But we aren’t there yet. We're at my grandpa's funeral, standing above his casket, and not having a clue about what my life will spiral into after this event. The whole event seems like a blur. Countless amounts of people flood the church, all telling me that they are "sorry for my loss" and "wish it never happened this way". Despite all this, I feel no sadness, no regret. My grandfather lived a great life, and achieved everything he wanted. I don't understand why death is always considered a bad thing. All I do is walk around the lawn full of people wearing black and talking about how sad they are that he's passed away. We all will pass away eventually, may as well accept it.

I need to get away from all this fake sadness and create a better environment around myself. This whole night has been a whirlwind of long black dresses, wine glasses, and tears. I just have to get away. Taking deep breaths, I navigate my way through the giant crowds of people, forcing myself to calm and get away.

As soon as the cold outside air hits my face and I feel the long forgotten sense of relief, my pants vibrate with the beat of my ringtone. I take out my phone and there on the screen I see an incoming call from the Lakewood Cancer Center, and that overwhelming mixed feeling of sadness and distress washes over me like another incoming wave on the rocky beach that is my pathetic life. After calming down my breathing I build up the courage to put the phone up to my ear and whisper a shaky "Hello?"

A monotone voice responds with, "Yes, hello, is this Natalia Armeta?"

"Yes, this is her." I respond, my voice still hushed.

"We have your test results, and we ask that you come to the clinic as soon as possible," the receptionist says in a monotonous voice without a care in the world.

"But what are my results ma'am?"

"Um, well," her voice quickly goes from monotone to sympathetic, "your tests came back positive honey. The tumor on the back of your neck is malignant. You have cancer."

Cancer.

My mind goes blank hearing that word. "C-c-cancer?" I take a gulp and force myself to ask, "Am I going to die?"

"Natalia I highly suggest that you just come in as soon as possible to speak with your doctor, and to talk about treatment options."

"Okay. Thank you. I will make sure to mark that in my calendar," I say as I hang up.

I lied, I don't write anything in my calendar. Before I know it, I collapse onto the ground, my whole body shaking as I sob.

"Why does it have to be me, I’ve done nothing wrong!" I cry out, Tears fill my eyes and my cries echo through the empty courtyard as I lie on the wet pavement. I can taste the saltiness of my tears as they pour out nonstop. The world seems to spin around me, until I feel like I'm trapped in a Pablo Picasso painting where nothing is normal.

Through my hurricane of thoughts, I can feel one thought nagging at me, the one that haunts me most. When I asked the receptionist if I was going to die, she never said no. I guess it's not as easy as I thought not to fear death.

Yup. That's it. Tell me what you think :)