Death Track

3 years later

Carmen's pov

"Mom can you give me that glass of water." I reached towards it. I moaned in pain. I hate this hospital bed, I hate my disease. I wish I wouldn't have gotten it, but I think everyone who is sick wishes that.

"Sit still darling, I will get it for you." she gave me the glass of water. I fell back into my pillow as I hold the glass.

"This sucks." I mumbled as I took a sip, and let the cold liquid ran down my troaht.
"Watch your language young lady" my mum scolded me and I laughed silently, my mum can throw a fit if you curse really.

"Mom I'm not a little child anymore." I placed the glass on the table. A little bit water splashing out of it.

"Yes you are." my mom smiled showing her teeth. I rolled my eyes. I sometimes hate my mom. I can't do anything or my mom thinks I'm going hurt myself. Even if this is the last day that I live, I couldn't go to London

"Can I at least go to London." I asked. This topic always made it's way into our conversation, no mater what, I would always bring 'going to London' up. I wanted to go there before I die. Which I never knew when that would be.

"Hun." my mom paused and walked towards me. "I know you want this really badly, but." she sighed. "But we have to leave tomorrow." she said in a much cheery voice. My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open.

"I have bought two plane tickets to London. The hospital pays. and we have our own apartment." My mom handed me two tickets. I looked at them in disbelief.

"Are you kidding me." I felt hot tears streaming down my cheeks. I was so happy, I didn't even know what came over me.

"I'm going to London." I sobbed. I took he tickets and looked at them in awe. The tears still streaming down my face.

"I'm finally going to London." I hugged my mom. And wrapped her close. even if she didn't pay them or even cared that I could go.

"Thank you so much. Now I can finally leave Mulingar." I kissed my moms cheek, and wiped my own. My cheeks were hot and probably red.

"Mom I'm going to London." I screamed happily, pain quickly taking over me but I chose to ignore it.

"But we have to stay in contact with the hospitals there, maybe something could happen. You have to know that dear." my mom placed her hand on top of mine.

"I don't care." I whispered. And shook my head. I don't care if I die there. I just want to see the beauty that is London.

"I'm going to London so I don't care, but I still have to pack." I suddenly panicked, I wasn't ready yet. my bags were empty.

"I have taken care of that, I have packed them so no worries." My mom smiled. I nodded my head. There is still something my Mom took care of.

"Thank you mom." I smiled back. I don't even know why mom took care of them, but it meant something to me. How horrible my mom could be. It meant something. this was going to be perfect, I'm going to London. The most beautiful city in the world, and I'm going to walk around there.

"London."

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