Her room is at the far end of the hall, five doors down, yet the sound rips through my chest like she's lying right next to me. Leaving me, saying goodbye. The too many cocktails I drank at Kate's party no longer make my thoughts fuzzy, instead they buzz around in my stomach, churning, making me sick. The coughing doesn't stop, changes pitch until it sounds like she's screaming. I bolt out of bed and run to the door, the sudden movement making the room spin around me. Dad's footsteps pound down the hallway as he rushes to my mom's room, so I sit on the chair by my makeup desk and turn on the sidelights, willing the room to stop spinning. I'd only be in the way now, if I go to my mom. Then my dad will think he has to take care of us both: comfort my mom and keep me safe. Only he can't, because my mom is dying, and there is no one who can change that. Twenty-two years old is too young to lose a mom. Cancer. Such a whimsical word for such a terrible disease. My birth sign. Bile rises in my throat as I struggle to chase the thought away, thinking of anything but that.
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