CHAPTER 11 | CALL

                                    

                                          
- Normani's POV - 
                          
- APARTMENT, Saturday, 7:00 AM - 
                          
- 9 DAYS LEFT - 
                          
I wake up by the shifting person sleeping beside me.
                          
I take a slight glance at who was sleeping.
                          
...
                          
Since when did I sleep with Ashton?
                          
Did I ask him to sleep with me?
                          
I blush at the thought.
                          
"Oh, sorry to wake you up, Norms." He stands up, and walks to the door.
                          
"It's alright." I gave him a patient smile.
                          
He smiles back, and exits the door.
                          
Maybe I'll get out of bed later.
                          
I groan again at the pain I feel.
                          
Everywhere, I can see hair fall.
                          
My hair is thinning.
                          
A thought came into my mind.
                          
I immediately pick up my phone, and dialed my family.
                          
My family lives in a different state.
                          
I can hear the ringing of the phone, until they pick up.
                          
"Hi, dear. How are you?" I can hear mom's soft voice.
                          
"Mom, can you, dad and Marissa listen to me first?" I can feel a lump on my throat.
                          
There was an inaudible sound coming from the speaker on my phone.
                          
It sounded like my mother calling my dad and my sister.
                          
"Alright, we're all here, and we're listening." She states.
                          
"Well, e-ever since I c-came home from work..." I start, cutting off by sniffling.
                          
"I've been feeling p-pain in my b-body, and I'd get headaches..." Warm tears fall down onto my face.
                          
"I t-thought I was overworked, but it wasn't." I took the time to pause and wipe my tears.
                          
"What is it, dear?" Dad says, his voice shaking with fear.
                          
I can hear my sister sobbing in the background.
                          
"I'm dying in 9 days." I got it out of my chest.
                          
The speaker of my phone had a mix of sobbing, gasps, and shock.
                          
I can hear my mother and sister's crying.
                          
"D-dear, we'll come v-visit you soon." Was all she said.
                          
"O-okay, mom." That was all that came out of my own lips.
                          
"T-take care, Normani." She then hangs up.
                          
I wipe my hands with my sleeve.
                          
I get to see my family soon.