Alethea encounters numerous migraines as more secrets are piled onto her.
As darkness settled, the crushing migraine returned. Alethea wanted to scream in pain, but her mouth had somehow frozen shut. She lay in the cold darkness hoping for the migraine to fade away.
Of course, you would think Alethea would think Alethea would be used to these migraines by now. They had started off as dull aches in her head a couple of months ago but they had multiplied into powerful migraines that would strike suddenly, often catching her off guard. Alethea was thankful the headache had come tonight and that it had come when she was in her room.
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Alethea knew a lot more than her mother thought she knew. Her mother always attempted to shield her from the evil in the world, never giving her a chance to handle it on her own. Sometimes, she wished she could yell, "I can handle it, Mom!"
Despite her mother's best intentions, she already knew her brother was in trouble. He hung out with a terrible chain of friends. Every weekend was a party full of drugs and who knows what else. She knew he was in trouble, but he had sworn her to secrecy.
She remembered the night when she had seen his making a drug deal with a rather shady character. She had also overheard some of his phone conversation, where he had been commenting on the events of some other time. Afraid of what was happening, Alethea approached her brother about what she had known. He was extremely infuriated about everything she had overheard and he started to yell at her, telling her to keep her mouth shut. Since then, she had been careful about everything she said about her brother because the look in his eyes when she had confronted him filled her with fear. What was a girl to do?
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Alethea cried out as her head surged in pain at the memory. She was so concerned for her brother, but there was nothing she could do for him without breaking her promise. Worst of all, her mom did not even know. Alethea had no idea of where her mom thought he had disappeared to, but she did not seem the least concerned.
Soon, tears where running down her face. As she wiped them briskly away, she felt her head throb for a moment. A gasp was all that could escape her lips.
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As class carried on, Alethea daydreamed about the warm sun spilling on her face as summer finally came. Unfortunately, her thoughts where interrupted by her teacher.
"Alethea, do you know the answer?"
The teacher, Ms. Lambda, had caught Alethea off guard with his question. What is he talking about? Alethea wondered.
"He asked you about the charge of electrons," Melanie whispered in her ear. Alethea gave her a puzzled look. "They're negatively charged."
Alethea sighed in relief and answered the question.
"Thanks. I owe you one," Alethea whispered to Melanie.
"No problem," Melanie replied, turning her attention back to the lesson.
Alethea smiled at her friend and she returned her attention back to the lesson. However, as she was turning her head, Alethea noticed a strange lump on Melanie's arm.
"What is that lump on your arm Melanie?" Alethea hissed.
Melanie replied hesitantly, "Well, it's, umm," Melanie paused for a moment, as she was at loss at what to say. "Can you keep a secret?"
Alethea nodded slowly, not quite sure regarding what she was about to hear.
"I don't know what it is," Melanie explained miserably. "It might be some weird disease or something. Please don't tell anyone. I'm sure it will blow over."
Melanie's forced smile did not fool Alethea.
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"Melanie!" Alethea cried in desperation
Alethea burst into tears. She was so concerned about her friend. What strange disease did she have?
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Alethea had been finishing her homework when she had heard the last secret. Her mom had been on the phone with somebody and the conversation had been carried into her room.
"No, what do you mean? What blood abnormalities?" Alethea heard her mother say in and exasperated way. "More tests? WhyÂ¡Â Leukemia?... Well, okay. Thanks. Bye."
Alethea's heart nearly stopped. Leukemia? What was wrong with her mother?
"No," Alethea murmured. "No!"
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If possible, the headache grew worse. Alethea writhed in her bed. She did not need this right now. There was too much going on in her life. Silent tears kept streaming down her face. Her brother was headed for trouble, she knew. Who knows what was happening to Melanie. And her mom. Possibly the worst of all. There was not anything she could do to help them! UnlessÂ¡Â
What if she spilled her secrets? Sure, her brother and Melanie would hate her, but her mom would understand.
First thing tomorrow then, she thought to herself.
And she fell into a deep, undisturbed sleep.
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Now, where should I begin? It has been at least one month since I've written in here. A lot has happened, including my brother being sent to rehab. Mom yelled at him about his actions before he left. I guess he hates me now and I hope he gets over it when he gets out. He's doing okay, even though he does not talk to me.
Melanie is also frustrated with me. I told her parent about her lump. They went to the doctor, who is a specialist on skin, and they discovered it was an early stage of skin cancer. I was surprised as she was. She's going under treatment to kill the answer right now. It is likely she will recover unless the cancer spreads to other parts of her body.
And Mom,Â unfortunately, is not getting any better. As soon as they did a new test to make sure she had leukemia, they rushed her to the hospital. She's undergoing treatment as well. The doctors say leukemia is a serious disease and it is too early to determine if she will be cured. We can only hope and pray.
P.S. My headaches have been cured.
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