Attack of lung cancer. Living with it is bad enough, but getting teased about it lowers my self-esteem and brings on stronger pain. At least I have Ryan with me, he would never hurt me. Right?
I shot up, realising I was in a metallic room. It was cold and I felt goosebump's appear on my arms, they were white as snow. It was a sickly white and as I tried to stand up, handcuffs were grabbing at my arms then I saw it, m...