The Story Of Us

Chapter 9

I shoved the door of my room, the familiar scent engulfed my lungs, encouraging me to take a deep breath. I dropped my bag on the floor and let myself eaten by my soft and cold bed. I buried my head in my pink blanket, letting my legs hang on the side of the rectangle. I sniffed, after a couple of minutes of sobbing. I wiped the wet tears in my cheeks. I slowly stood up from my bed, strolling to my study table. I sat on my black chair, facing my window. I can see the next island from here. It was a beautiful sight, the lights made it aesthetically beautiful.

I let go a deep air from my lungs but it felt like it was my chest which was lighter now. The room was dark so I turned on the lamp in my table, My stuff were neatly organized on the sides. My pens, highlighters, color pens, and other artsy things were enclosed in their own containers. Tears started to roll down in my cheeks when my eyes landed to my calendar.

I've heard my door opened. I didn't hear any footsteps, I guess dad remained his distance from me. I quickly bowed my head and shed the wetness in my face.

"Why did you lie to me?" Dad asked from my behind.

The light outside from my room was illuminating my feet and floor. I continued to sniff since I don't have any energy to explain myself.

Dad strolled to the side of my table, I know he wants to see my face but he can't, I was still facing the floor.

"I thought we have already talked about this? You cannot participate in the formation because you're weak, did you really think you could last there for 2 weeks? Are you killing yourself?!" Dad's voice increased, I could hear the frustration in his tone.

The hot liquids continued to run into my cheeks. Lower lip was bitten and palms were clenched in my chair as I suppressed myself from whimpering.

"What if something much worst happened to you? What will you do?"
Dad's voice was sharp, he was furious now.

I lifted my chin and stared at him directly. He was still wearing his office uniform. Sleeves were rolled up to his elbows as he gripped his palm on his hips, challenging me. We were just staring at each other for a couple of seconds. Until my left eye dramatically spill a lone tear to my cheek.

"It doesn't matter anyway, I will still die." I could taste the bitterness in my words when I threw the sentence to him.

Dad tensed up from standing, his features quickly changed, it become soften. Worry was written in all over his face.

"Kevin, don't say that. You know that is not true. We can---we can still---"

I stood up, pushing the chair to NY behind. My dad was tall so I still have to stare at him from under.

"Still what? Do that treatment again? Can you hear what you are saying dad?" My voice cracked.

"It's the only thing it could help you. We could still save your---" Panicked was all over his face as he stared at me.

"Dad!" I yelled from my throat. It was a desperate scream and painful to the ears. I locked our sight before I speak again. "I only have 4 months to live, dad," I said as a sad smile crept in my lips.

"No!" He took long strides, closing our gaps. Dad held my arms, he was gripping on my skin and I could feel the tightness he was giving. He wants me to believe at him. "Baby, He will not leave us. He will be there and He will heal you. Just believe."

Dad's eyes were glistening from the lamp. This was the second time we have talked about this and nothing change from the last time, it also went like this. I know that he was just as dissapointed like me when we received the news 3 months ago. It was the day before Gorio confessed his feelings for me, it was a great day as me and my dad walked inside Dr. Mariano's office. I was cancer free for 3 years so I have high hopes about the result. I already know that something was up when I met my Doctor. We were not even starting yet but his stares were giving me nostalgic memories. The stare of pity.