The Story of Angie

Characters: 

Minwoo, from the Kpop group, Boyfriend; Angie [OC] 

Angie: A popular idol who suddenly retired due to her illness, however the world doesnt know that. She still does her idol work but her schedule is mostly empty. She is just like any other normal girl in love. 

Minwoo: A member from the group, Boyfriend. Is one of Angie's coworkers. Falls deeply in love with her and found out about her illness. He accepts her for being who she is. 

Foreword: 

I tugged at the ends of the blanket until they covered me from head to toe. I hide under those large, warm covers; to hide from the world. To hide from the world's actions and words. 

Life is as people say, unfair. Nothing is fair. Well... maybe some things are. But, nothing will change the fact that what God decides is what God recieves. I glanced at the dairy next to me. Dad got it for me when I first debuted. I remember him saying, "You can write all your thoughts in it, Angie! Your very own best friend." Pssh. Like I didn't have friends. 

Who was I kidding. Friends? Don't think I had a 'friend' since ... forever! Although Dad said all that to me, I only used that diary once or twice. Dairies weren't something I used. It just wasn't something I would do. I laughed at the thought of me, writing in a dairy every single day, it just wasn't an "Angie" kinda thing to do. 

Now, however, would be a good time to write inside it. What should I write? "I hate you, God." or something like that? I should, but for some reason, it just doesn't feel as if it was anyone's fault. Just life. Just a thing life might do to someone, you know, screw with them? 

Just yesterday, the doctor had diagnosed me with cancer. Cancer! That deadly thing with no cure? And those kids back in Junior High School, saying how they would find a cure for cancer? Yup, I was diagnosed with cancer. I was healthy all my life, healthy was the only thing I was. 

That was until I got into music. I had found something I loved and enjoyed doing. People sometimes say it's not all gain, to gain you need to lose something. When you lose something, you gain something else. That was exactly how I feel right now. Felt as if someone had taken my health, but I had recieve music, singing in return. 

A fair trade, maybe? I was satisfied. I was only 15, but I did all my life time's worth of excitement and fun. I was a world idol at age 14! Isn't that an achievement? I had sang on the biggest stage of all times, and met many people; not something an average 14 year can do daily.

I'm supposed to be happy, aren't I? And yet, those damned tears won't stop staining my face. Coming down like the rain, moisturing my skin. I rub them away but they just keep coming back. Leave already! 

I dont wanna cry. I wanna be strong. To accept the fact, that I might not be able to live till my next birthday. Yet, what can I do? I was just a mere 15 year old, unexperienced with life. I want to scream and shout, to cry until my eyes burned red. Yet, doing all that would change nothing. My dreams of the future, marriage, kids; all shattered in a single day. 

I wiped the last teardrop from my cheek and pressed my head onto the soft pillow. I'm not going to cry anymore. I'm going to enjoy these last few weeks, months, or years thatI have left. 

-Angie, July 3rd 2011 

Author's Note: 

If your confused, she's actually keeping a diary of all the events. :D Update soon? :D