My Life Is Like A Living Hell

When I wake up, I see a real pretty girl, looking at me. I blink and try to speak, but my mouth feels like it is full of Styrofoam. The pretty girl notices, and hands me the drink that Haley gave me, that looks like apple juice. I taste it, and sure enough, it still tastes like my dads pancakes. I try to get up but, the girl, pushes my shoulder back down so I am lying down again.
She said "Oh, no you don't. You need to get better first." I sighed in aggravation.
"But I'm fine..." I protested.
"No, you are not. You were almost turned into a statue, by Medusa! If Chiron hadn't been doing border patrol, you would've been a goner!"
"Nu-uh. I was handling it."
"Oh yeah? Then where is your pinkie?"
"It's right- OH MY GOD, WHERE IS MY PINKIE?!?!?"
"Miss Joy, I thought I told you to keep her calm." Said a male voice. I looked over and saw a guy in a wheel chair.
"But Chir-"
"Who are you?" I interrupted.
"I am Chiron."
I turned to the girl called Joy and said in a shaky voice "Wait, did you say Medusa? As in from the greek myths?"
"Wow, you're slow." She muttered.
It was all too much. Greek myths, were well myths. My dad, dead. Haley, cancer. Me, hemophilia. I hate my life. I hate the world. It's messed up.

Notes

I am dedicating this chapter AND the next chapter to fangirllove22, because she is becoming a really good friend, even though we live in different countries.


Also, my story The Missing Love, is now going to be not just my story, but it will also be fangirllove22's.


P.s. I don't have depression, even if my BFF really does have cancer. I don't have hemophilia. My dad is still alive. I still love the world. I still love my life. Oh, and I still have my pinkie. XD