Fight Back

Date: 25th December 2014. Weight: 7st 6lbs. Stage: Four. Estimated time of survival: Two and a half months.

I don't know whether it's because I only have limited time left or because I've finally become immune to my families shit. But it's been okay, considering. I left Mike for family time once I'd smacked him across the head for trying to kiss me in front of Dad. Then I promised to not call him. We haven't spoken much accept when Evelyn starts to drone on about her baby bump and names and Moses baskets. I really just ignore her. I didn't notice Sasha's absence at first, I thought they may have sold her at the Market. But when she arrived home two days later I discovered where she was, with Mum and Will. I nearly died of shock.
But they've left me alone. For a moment I thought they might have came for me, but it was for Sasha. It's never for me. Only Phil comes for me.
Phil came today - Christmas day to see me. He knew how much it would mean to me. In between stuffing garbage bags with old wrapping paper and dinner being ready the doorbell rang. I rushed to answer it and saw Phil stood smiling at me. I beamed back. He opened his arms for me and I hugged him tightly. He patted me on the back, knowing. I don't know what he knew, but I knew what it meant to me.
"How are you feeling?" he asked once I'd pulled away.
"Fine." I shrugged. We walked inside and he led me through to the living room.
"And how has it been?" he asked warily, his voice quiet.
"Too many people talking about the same thing they spoke of last year. Only difference is I have less time left."
"Have they been smothering you?" he asked as we sat down.
"It's never about me, they're all over Sasha."
"Pippa." he muttered sadly and wrapped an arm around me.
"Philip!" Mom gasped. She rushed forwards and shook Phil's free hand.
"Lovely to see you again." he smiled.
"I hope you have good news about Sasha."
"Well-" Phil started but I snorted loudly.
"Are you serious?" I snarled. "She's fine. She's not the one blacking out in gym or throwing up every single night! She hasn't lost over a stone these past months. She isn't so close to death she can smell it! This is my last Christmas! Or has the peroxide seeped into your brain?" I hissed.
"Pippa." Phil warned.
"Goodness, you don't want the attention, you don't want to be ignored." Mom sighed loudly.
"It's about you giving up on me! You want me dead!" I stood and glared at the room.
"Never say that!" Evelyn ordered.
"I hate my family!" I yelled angrily. "I hate everyone I share blood with! I hope the grief you have over me kills you!"
"Helena, don't start." Dad groaned, coming into the room.
"I might as well have five minutes left, you don't care." I spat.
"I care!" Phil said loudly.
"I hate Infirma and I hate this!" I growled.
Then I turned away and headed for the door. But my knee hit the door and unbearable pain
shot through my leg. It felt like my bone was being sawed in half. I tried to grasp the door handle as my knees gave way. I hit the floor hard and reached out for someone, for anyone.
"Pippa!" Phil yelled urgently. He knelt down at my side and grasped my face softly.
"Phil." I gasped, it was painful to talk.
"Look at me! Keep looking at me!" he ordered.
"Sorry." I mumbled barely audible as my eyes rolled back into my head.

Notes

Hey! What did you think? What happened to Helena? What about Helena's family? I'm interested, do you call Helena Helena or Pippa in your head? :)