I Remember Loving You

Chapter 1

  I've always had bad memory, for a long time, it was hard for me to do basic tasks, it still is. My family and I hadn't ever thought anything of it. Until more of my health started declining when I was about 10. I was diagnosed with a disorder. Ironically, I can't remember what it's called, but my mother constantly reminds me to live the best life that I can while I still have the chance. Sometimes I remember why, the chance that I'll live past 15 are so slim that everybody assumes the worst. And honestly, I do too.
  For my 11th birthday, i was gifted a small pink digital camera from my uncle Robbie. I've photographed so many things since I first got it, my entire life is there. At least what I can remember. The timestamps on photos are useful, but my brain is still foggy and forgetful. On one chilly spring evening, I went on a walk. I walk often, as it gives me more opportunities to take more photos! I'd ran into a boy, I remember. We chatted for a moment, and he gave me his number. I took a photo of him, with permission of course. I didn't want to forget him. He was sweet, and lovely, and he was so kind..his beauty..he was ethereal..almost an angel. We've gotten close since then, he doesn't mind my condition. I plan on telling him how I feel...eventually. but the nearer my 15th birthday grows, the sicker and weaker I feel. I only hope that I can survive long enough to tell him I love him, but I'm not sure. I worry. It keeps me up at night, but i fear I must press on.
  The day of my 15th birthday, I couldn't get out of my bed. I ran myself through the shower, and as I walked down the excruciatingly steep stairs, I fell. I woke up in the hospital a few hours later, with Axel (the boy <3), my mother, and a nurse, standing by the end of my bed. My mother, whod been sobbing and whining, exploded with tears. "Dite! (Die- tee, it's my name I think.) I'm so glad you woke up!! Can you hear me? What can you remember..." the usual speel of "are you OKs?" And "wow I'm so reliveds" sped across my brain. The next thing i knew, the nurse was pulling my mother out of the room to talk to her privately. I could hear soft talking coming from the hall, but my head and back hurt too much to focus. That was until I heard my mother sobbing, again.
  "My baby..no..no,, isn't there something you could do?" I was worried, but it didn't shock me. The thought of what exactly was happening lingered in my brain, one of the few things I can remember. I'm probably going to die this year. By this year, I dont just mean in a few months, no, it was more likely that I had less than a month to live. I snap a photo of myself on the small pink camera and let the painful information sink in, before I let my body give in to the medication, exhaustion, and sadness. I let myself drift back to sleep, I didn't want to think right now, it hurt too much.
  I woke back up to my mother sobbing. To shorten the story, I was told I have about 2 weeks left to live, and I got discharged. My mother contacted my father, and they agreed that spending a little money to provide me with the best (and last) two weeks of My life wouldn't be such a terrible idea. Skip to 3 hours after a phone call between two sobbing parents, and I'm in a Kmart parking lot with a credit card clasped between my fingers. On this credit card, there's approximately 50k. It's what my parents had saved up for college funds, assuming I did live that long, but as it seems, death is lurking right around the corner. I mean, everybody dies eventually, I just wish my time wasn't now. It doesn't scare me, death. No, it just saddens me. I'm not one of those suicidal people, I feel bad for them, I hope they can get better, or at least live another day. No, I want to live.
  As I stare at the card, it occurs to me that I should probably take a photo, yknow, for old times sake. It's not like I'll have to remember anything now, but out of habit, I pull the camera up about a foot above the card, and I snap a photo with a sigh. What am I even going to do with 50k?
   I'd much rather spend it on friends, but the only friend I've got at this point is axel. I could spend it on him,, yeah, actually I will. I dig through my phone and pull up his contact, my parents still crying and trying to plan things out in the back. Even though they've been split up since I was maybe 8, they still co parent relatively well, I'll give that to them. As the phone rings, I pull it up to my hear, greeted with Axels liquid smooth and minty cool voice. "Hey Dite, what's up?" He asks me. "Nothing much," I reply, "Just wanted to know if you'd be free for 2 weeks. I know there's school and all but, if I get to spend my last two weeks here with anyone, I think I'd want it to be you." I told him. There was heart stabbing silence for a moment, but the moment was broken by a quiet reply.
  "Sure, I can make time." And that was that, I guess I'm blowing 50k, taking a bunch of new photos, deleting my entire search history, and confessing my undying love, all in two weeks. Live fast die young, am I right?