Chapter Nine | Avalon

Breathe Avalon… Just breathe. I stare at the glass doorway, imagining over and over again how the next moments will go. Will everybody hug me and tell me they’re so sorry? Will they get sick to their stomachs when they look at me? For most, I won’t be the same Avalon I was just two weeks ago.

Everything has changed. New labels define me, and with that comes talk - lots of it. Mom spent the entire morning giving me one of her classic motivational speeches, but I don’t think anything could prepare me for today. I’ve pushed the thought of work to the very back of my mind, but it was always a lingering fear I had.

Maybe if I see the way my coworkers look at me now, the situation will feel all too real. I’ll have to face the truth, that I am sick and probably going to die. My insides turn as I push open the doors and walk inside the skyscraper. I head for the elevator and press the eighth floor button. Effortlessly, the machine moves quickly, carrying me to my impending doom.