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Category Linkin Park

Make A Wish by Jacq

Prologue

hello all! So I was originally just going to tweak this previously written story around a bit, but as I started to read it, I suddenly changed my mind and decided to completely start over! I must say it was difficult to sit down and try to start a story from scratch again! So here is the prologue. i want you all to read it and tell me what you think. Honestly. It's very short, but its just the prologue. I need to know if you like what you are reading so far.


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Make A Wish



Prologue


~Mike’s POV~]


I squirm in my seat for what feels like the millionth time. My ass is so fucking numb. I’ve been sitting here for almost an hour waiting for the doctor to return with the test results. I scrunch my eyes shut as the ticking of the clock hanging on the wall starts to slowly, but surely drive me out of my fucking mind. I groan and throw my arm over my eyes as I start to feel a migraine pound steadily in my head.


“Another head ache?” My grandmother asks quietly.


“Yeah. It feels like it’s going to be a bad one too.” I reply.


“I hope it won’t be too much longer.” She sighs impatiently beside me.


“Yeah. ‘Cause this is freaking ridiculous.” I grumble in agreement.


I lay my head back and close my eyes, silently wondering what I ever did to deserve this fate. It’s as if God himself was seeking vengeance on me. Not that I know what I did to deserve his wrath.


I whimper quietly as the migraine begins to increase in force. It feels as if my eyes are going to pop out of my head. A few silent, uncontrollable tears leak out from the corner of my eyes as the pain worsens.


“Grandma, I need a pain pill, please.” I groan desperately.


“Ok, honey. Here you go.” She holds her hand out to me, offering me a tiny white pill that will get rid of the pain, but surely knock my ass out.


“I hope the doctor returns before that starts to take effect.” She sighs.


I swallow the pill dry, not wanting to do anything that involves moving. Including getting water to wash it down.


I lie my head down again and silently curse at the sky. After everything I’ve been through in the last year, you would think God would want me to be happy. But no. Of fucking course not.

Why am I so miserable you ask? Well, my name is Mike Shinoda, I am 17, and I have a tumor the size of a golf ball growing inside of my skull. Wonderful, right?


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eeeeeeek! What do you think? Good, bad or ugly? r/r please so I can continue writing chapter 1


no I did not get the idea of this story from when they visited that kid with a tumor. I originally thought of the idea for this story in 2006.

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