Helplessness.
It's been really long since i last posted.
which probably would have meant a good thing.
-leading life like any other teenager, there probably wouldn't be anything extra ordinary worth posting.
but, reading an update right now, had definitely meant some event.
a bad one.
real bad.
i still remember everything vividly.
i was in the train. on the way home with emily.
we were talking a bit, napping.. like any other students.
just after she alighted in a while. mum called.
she told me gugu's cancer became terminal.
of course, i was shocked. i still am. how could i not be.
she had completed those torturing chemo sessions, and the doctor had diagnosed her recovering.
we even went on shopping trips after she was all well.
i thought everything would have been over.
obviously, we are wrong.
i just kept crying in the cabin like how i am now.
i must have scared the other passengers.
when i got home, i locked myself in my room pretending to be asleep.
sometimes, i really hate myself. at times like this, i'm still being overly concerned of my image. how could i?!
and i really did fell asleep.
i woke up thinking all that happened, the call, train, was only a dream.
i knew i was only being denial.
i went to visit her in the evening.
she laid on the angled bed and smiled when she saw me.
my heartache knowing how hard that smile could be seen again.
i know i shouldn't cry.
but seeing her bruised arms and the needle poking through her delicate skin just broke my heart.
like a idiot, i sat on her bed weeping.
she still had the strength to hold my hand tightly.
like how she would when we go on weekend shopping sprees.
she said, 我会舍不得你们。
i was crying so hard that i couldn't even reply.
actually, i didn't want to. i knew very well what she meant.
i just kept crying the whole night and binged.
kept eating because i couldn't feel full.
then i would vomit them all out when my body couldn't take it.
like a idiot. i feel so helpless.
i don't know what to do when she's in pain.
i'm willing to do anything to make her feel alright.
but i really don't know how.
everyday, i would try to distract myself.
joking and fooling around. being lame. being nicole.
but i know, i'm not laughing and enjoying the time. i just can't.
how can i?
Gugu darling is someone who is very afraid of pain. she wanted to see me grow up so she had endured the pain and suffering.
but it isn't over yet.
i went to visit her at the hospital today.
her pain stricken face greeted me.
the nurse was just setting up the drip for her.
and blood was flowing out of the pvc tubing.
i promised not to cry in front of her anymore. and i did a good job.
I smiled and greeted her. and she return with her a rather weak smile.
the giddy spells had made her weak and worn out.
she used to ask me.
"do i look fat and old?"
and i would always lie to please her.
"no you aren't."
look at her now.
she's slim down a whole lot.
but i don't wanna tell her the truth.
it doesn't reflect anything positive.
i cant write anymore. the more i typed, the more painful my heart aches.
i'll go blind if i continue.