I LOVE THAT SONG! IN FACT I LIVE BILLIE EILISH AS A WHOLE SO I RECOMMEND HER OKAY?

Good now enjoyyy the depressing shit!

Also, words in the fancy lettering such as thisssss are the characters thoughts and trust me there is a lot of thoughts! Anyway again, DEPRESSING SHIT

SERENAS POV

Jesus Christ! This pain it's- it's unbearable! Is this really what people with cancer has to go through? Ughhh, well this shit better get sorted before tomorrow-

Speaking of tomorrow, what do you even bring to school... I've never experienced school- well, that's a lie. I've been to summer school but that's different. There we didn't actually have to learn we just kinda fucked around and got lost and shit- oh god, if my father saw how much I was swearing he wouldn't approve.

Then again, in a situation like this, who the fuck wouldn't???

Ugh, stop getting carried away from the situation at hand and pack your fucking bag ok serena?

Good, nowwww.... guessing I need a pencil- ooh and my sketchbook! Guess it's good to bring a notebook...

Wait, do you need a laptop at a high school? Meh, shouldn't take my chances. Sooo, pencil, pen, sketchbook, notebook, laptop....ermmm...song book? Well might as well, you never know where you may get- AGH!

This-this pain is getting worse! Where are the- ugh there

I stumbled around my room, desperately trying to reach for my meds. Unfortunately my light-headedness got the better of my and I tumbled on the ground, my head hitting my bed side table in the progress.

"AHH FUCK!" I screamed, my hand jolting to the newly made lump on my head, only to feel heat coming out of it.

....wow, well that's made this day 100% better! NOW THERE IS BLOOD GUSHING OUT MY MY HEAD!! ....ooooh...that's-that's

A lot

Of

Bloo-

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"Erena! SERENA!"

My eyes jerked open, only to see whitewashed walls and blinding lights. A door on the left wall and a glass panel on the one beside it. Around me were blue curtains surrounding me, encasing me in this uncomfortable bed.

Great, here I thought I wasn't going to be in hospital for another 4 months and here I am because of a bump on my head.

"Ahh, So you're awake! Sorry about this but because of the head office we have to ask you some questions, it's part of the simple procedure, an then you can leave! You ok with that?" The doctor asked while adjusting his glasses and pressing the top of his pen, causing a clicking sound to surround the room's emptiness.

"Yeah sure."

"Ok, what's your name- full name please?"

"Serena Yvonne"

"How old are you?"

"17"

"Ok, and how many fingers am I holding up?"

"4"

"Good, looks like there is no concussion, last question, will you take a selfie with me so I can show my daughter?" He looked at me, hopeful that I will give him his photo.

Meh, I'm feeling generous, I'll do one better! I'll give him a full video!

And I did, hope his daughter likes it.

Nextttt dayyyyyy

Ughhh, I look stupid with these plaster things on my headddd!

And on the first day of my senior year... what will the others think? Ugh they'll think I'm crazy! They'll think I'm getting abused! I know what people are like... always expecting the worst. I mean I only have can-

Nevermind....

Ugh, and my hair is slowly becoming invisible, everyday I can see my head more and more clearly! Luckily I have impeccable wigs but still... ugh damn it!

I wish I didn't have this... then I could go back to my original life! Being told what to do and when to do it! To you, it may not sound good but for me, right now it's all I want!

Well nevermind that now, let's just see how today goes.

I wonder if people know who I am... I hope they don't..that'll be a bit embarrassing.

But then again, who wouldn't know about me? I'm not having a stick up my own arse but, I am an international super star I guess.

( having a stick up your arse doesn't mean u legit have a stick up your arse, it means cocky, it's a real popular saying in Britain so I guess I thought it'd be cool to put it in 😅 anywho back to story)

Ugh whatever

Now, time to have real girl problems! What to wear-

Suddenly, people barging into my room halted my thoughts.

What are my designers doing in here?

Ohhhh, never mind, they are choosing what I wear. Of course they are, what next? Are people going to guard me at schoo- wait knowing my luck I shouldn't even mention that.

The designers stopped pushing and shoving each other when they eventually got out what I was going to apparently wear.

And- well it's actually surprising! Knowing my mother, I thought she would put me in something revealing to keep up my appearance but it turns out for once in her life, she has actually chose something casual!

Thank bloody god.

They held brown heeled boots accompanied by black tights and black short shorts, on my tires I'm wearing a garnet coloured baggy short-sleeved top along with a black scarf and a white long cardigan.

(Here is pic of what she is wearing and if it's not loading it's at top)

Guess mother is actually caring about me and if I will stay warm! Thanks mother!

Now, time to get this day underway