Monologue

Knock knock.

I stand in front of the door, looking into the window.

I smile and wave.

Happy to see her, I wave my yearbook.

 

She glances from the corner of her eyes and slowly gets up.

“What do you want?”

“Sign my yearbook please.”

“I would but I’m not in the mood.”

“What’s wrong..?”

 

Hesitation.

I could feel the pain.

 

“Cancer’s back.”

 

Silence.

“What?”

I’m shocked, tears well up in my eyes.

“I don’t understand.”

I still don’t understand.

 

She hands me a tissue.

“I would hug you, but it hurts.”

I nod and she places her hand on my back.

Tears pour out.

“I’m going through chemo, I’ll be okay.”

I nod, still mute from the shock.

 

“I want to stay but I need to head back.”

“Okay, I’ll see you around.”

“Good luck.”

She nods.

 

I turn on my heels, take a deep breath, and walk out of the room.

She closes the door.

Tears stream down my face once again.

I don’t understand life.

 

Self-Portrait