Mesothelioma

Chapter 10

Chapter 10
Kyle and Karen

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Were just sitting here. Doing nothing. Saying nothing. Thinking everything. I keep looking over at Dylan, taking glances. But he's not moving. He's just staring at his dandelions, in some sort of daze.

Ugh, I honestly don't know how i made him so mad yesterday that he couldn't look at me today. Couldn't even say "hi" or "hey" or anything when I came into the room! We have just been sitting in a weird, anxious, awkward silence for the past three hours, and i wont say anything, I'll wait until he's ready

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Another hour and a half pasted, its 3:30 in the afternoon and i was hungry, so I slowly got up and moved to go out the door. Just as I stepped out the door...

"Kyle and Karen" he said. I turned and gave him a look of confusion.

"What?" I whispered.

"Kyle and Karen" he said again. This boy can be so confusing! Who's Kyle? And who's Karen? And what do they have to do with anything?

"Dylan... Your going to have to explain that to me, I don't understand." And i stood there for another twenty minutes, I'm not going to push him again.

"Kyle and Karen" he said again.

"Dyl-"

"Kyle and Karen, that had Leukemia, like me" he whispered, with this sort of croak like he was about to cry. I raised a brow and just stood their, loosely staring. "Karen is my mom,... She was diagnosed seven years ago with ALL, she died only five months later." I stood their in shock.

"Oh Dylan, wow.. I'm so sor-"

"Kyle," he cut me off, "Kyle has bedn my best friend since the day i was born. We were born on the same day, five second apart. Im older. Our moms were best friends, we grew up with each other, and we became unbreakable. We were brothers." He let off the smallest smile, "Kyle was diagnosed with CML only two years ago. He died seven months ago. They died and now I'm going to. And I cant talk to my dad because he's a fucking drunk! He started smoking when my mom died, and when I was diagnosed three months ago he started drinking. And now he's just a drunk paying medical bills!" He said angrily, " HE SHOULD FUCKING BE HERE FOR ME! IM DYING AND MY DAD CANT EVEN LOOK AT ME SO HE DOESNT COME WHEN I NEED HIM!! HES A POOR EXCUSE OF A DAMN DAD!" He shouted.

I just rushed over and grabbed him, I didn't let go, and i just cried with him, as he soaked my shirt with tears. He's afraid he's going to die because of his mom and best friend. And he's scared cuz the man who raised him, the one who's supposed to be his support, his shoulder, his rock, isn't their.