Fault In Our Walls

Chapter One (1)

(Levi's P.O.V.)

Half way through summer of my seventeenth year, my sister decided I was depressed. Being depressed is supposed to be a side effect of cancer. No, dying is a side effect, depression is a side effect for being a social outcast. Either way I found myself at the doctor's. "I'm not depressed," I said in a stern voice, looking at my sister.

"He's been watching the same movie over and over and over again."

"Yep, he's depressed," the doctor said, "I'll give you some anti-depressent and one more."

"Oh, keep it coming," I sarcastically smirked. "I could be the 'Ideal Cancer Kid.'"

"Have you been going to the Support Group that I suggested?"

"No!!" my sister, Petra, blurted out before I could even open my mouth.

"It's just.... not my 'thing.'"

A week later, Petra practically forced me to go to Support Group. Marco was pretty much my only friend there, he was also seventeen (17) and he had surgery to remove cancer, it took his eye. Here soon he's having surgery to remove his other eye, but he says he's okay because he'll 'ALWAYS' have Crysta. After a few more weeks of hearing Erwin's 'Ball Cancer' story, I got really tired of it! The 'Erwin Ball Cancer' was just about all I could take before wanting to scream.

To sum it up, they found cancer in Erwin's balls and he had to say "Bye, bye guy-hood." Now he is a thirty-something (30?) year-old man who lives in his parents basement, playing video games, crying over his controller because he lost his nuts.

The next week, while I was getting ready for Support Group, I was talking to Petra, "Why do I have to go to Support this week?"

"Because, Levi, you need to be around people you have something in common with, you need to be a teenager."

"Well if you want me to be a teenager, you should get me a fake I.D. so I can drink beer and take pot!"

"Actually, you don't take pot...."

"See, I would know that if I had a fake I.D.!"

"God, Levi, just get in the car, okay?!"

As we drove up to the church, Petra told me to have 'fun' if that's even possible. I stepped out of the car as my sister rolled down the window, "Make friends!" She yelled. I rolled my eyes and walk through the door. The elevator was full so it looked like the stairs were my next challenge. While quickly turning around, I bumped into"HIM."