{The Next Day}

Niall’s POV
‘’Diana, you wanted to see me?’’ I ask as I open the door after knocking a few times, she was in the school room working on grading some papers. ‘’Yeah.’’ She nods as she glances up at me, pointing the door, telling me to shut it.

I do as she asks and walk over to her desk. I sit down in the chair in front of it and cross my arms on my chest. ‘’One of my kids acting up again?’’ I ask curiously, knowing that they have had a tendency to misbehave during their lessons, even Tori.

‘’Well, not exactly.’’ She sighs as she sits her pen down, standing from her desk. She turns her back to me to face two large and tall filing cabinets. She opens one of the drawers and starts searching through the organized items.

I watch as Diana pulls out two portfolio folders and sits it down in front of her as she gets back in her leather chair. She opens one of them and starts flipping through the papers, pulling a few things out.

“I know Jana sees most of the younger kids’ work, and I’m sure I haven’t been showing y’all most of it. But uh, Tinley and Tatum have been slacking recently in their coloring and all that.’’ She tells me.

‘’How can they slack in coloring and scribbling on paper?” I laugh a little, only because I was slightly confused at that. ‘’It’s a known fact that seventy three percent of all PreSchool program kids have a high rate in art and concentration with shapes, colors, letters, and things like that-‘’

‘’Are you saying that they’re slow?’’ I cut in, mentally slapping myself for that rude move. ‘’No, no, not slow. Just.. a little.. behind. Niall, I think, I think they have.. Dyslexia.’’ She mumbles.

My heart stops.

‘’No, that’s not.. no. They’re smart, and intelligent.’’ I protest at that, that was a lie, that was a horrible lie. ‘’Niall, please, all I ask is for you to get them tested for it. If they are its perfectly fine, lot’s of kids are.’’

‘’Diana, with all due respect, you have to be kidding me.’’ I say, furrowing my eyebrows as I lean up in the chair some. ‘’Niall, I’m serious.’’ She sighs as she glances down at the papers. ‘’Do you know how many fucking problems my family has? And now I have this shit! Fuck, why doesn’t God just end it now!’’ I yell out as I stand up, storming off towards the door.

I don’t know what in Hell got in to me, but I know for damn sure it won’t be leaving anytime soon.

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It was around 3 or so in the afternoon, I knew all the kids were either taking their naps or were isolated away from the rest of the world in their rooms, but that was okay because I am certainly not in the mood to talk to anyone right now.

I slam the bedroom door shut behind me as I turn on the light, letting my phone drop to the floor from my hand. My eyes linger to the closet as I see the light turn off from the corner of my eye.

‘’Niall? Are you okay?’’ I hear Jana’s voice just before she hurries out of the closet, shutting the sliding doors behind her. I just stand there, staring at her as she comes over to me, grabbing my hand once she’s in front of me.

My eyes stare into hers as I think of how to deal with this. Diana told her, but we haven’t talked about it together, and I’m not sure if this is what I want to do right now. Talking just seems impossible for me now.

‘’Baby.’’ Jana whispers lightly as she puts her hand on my cheek, letting go of my hand. ‘’Please don’t be like this, calm down. You’re really warm, you need to calm yourself down.’’ She adds as she feels the temperature of my skin, I was burning up with anger, confusion, and mostly.. regret, for some reason.

‘’I-‘’ just as I was about to fucking speak my damn phone started ringing. Jana moves her hand as I go to bend down. I snatch it up from the ground and answer after glancing at the name, it was my Mom.

‘’What?’’ I sigh into the phone as she answers. ‘’Niall, I.. I have to tell.. to tell you something.’’ She sniffs lightly. ‘’Mom, what’s wrong?’’ I push Jana aside, literally, and go across the room to the balcony door.

I unlatch it and step out, not caring to shut the door behind me. ‘’I.. I.. I feel.. in the kitchen earlier.. and I.. I got.. to the hospital.. and they.. they told me I was fine.. but they.. they done some tests for.. for a general check up for my.. my age.. and Niall, baby, they..’’ She stops herself, delaying whatever the hell it was that was wrong.

‘’Mom, tell me. Please.’’ I beg as I put my other hand on the railing, gripping the metal tight to keep my temper down. The last thing I want to do is lash out on Jana, or on my Mom over the phone.

‘’Cancer.’’ She whispers softly. ‘’What.. what did you say?’’ I gulp gently to myself. ‘’They.. they.. they said I had.. cancer.. lung cancer.’’


I wished for my life to get better, not constantly worse.

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