Nightmare (Kian Lawley)

Chapter 20

*so these few chapters won't involve Alex and Ella as much*
JC P.O.V.
Pain. So much pain.
My bones seem to scream with any and every movement, but Kian couldn't know.
"Ready Kian?" I say into my phone as I pull into his driveway seeing him sitting on the step.
"Yeah. I think." He says, getting up and the line going dead. He gets in the car and it shifts lightly. But for me, it was boulders on every inch of my body. I wince lightly as Kian's head snaps in my direction.
"Are you alright?" He says, his eyes full of confusion. I nod and smile at the worried boy.
"I'm fantastic, should we get going?" I say trying to change the very uncomfortable subject.
"Yeah!" He says and smiles at me. Tears well in my eyes as I slide on my sunglasses. The tears were so random now a days, everything seemed to make me cry.
"JC!" I hear Kian yell as I look around I realized. I hadn't pulled out of his drive way.
"Oh sorry." I mumbled, putting my car in reverse and heading towards my doctors appointment.
The bumps in the road made me feel terrible. Kian seemed to be almost in his own world. His eyes slowly scan the roads, not seeming to care about the bumps. I forgot. He was normal, and now I was not. I was not normal 'lets go penny boarding JC' , I was simply 'everyone give your sympathies towards JC'.
A sob erupted out of my mouth as we pulled into the parking garage of my doctors office. Kian looked at me, raising an eyebrow.
"I chocked on my..." I paused looking around seeing an Arizona sitting in my cup holder. "Arizona."
"Okay... Shall we?" Kian says nodding towards the big office.
"I guess!" I sigh as we both walk into the room.
"Hi, I'd like to sign in, I'm Justin Castillo." I say, the intern just nods and points to the waiting room. "Thanks." Kian scoffs and walks to the waiting room. He sits down and I sit across from him.
What would happen to him if I actually did die of this stupid thing. What would he do when he got the call from my mom saying that his best friend had lost a battle with cancer. How about on my birthday, what memories would flow back to all my previous ones. National best friend day, that would be bad. We always hung out, cause usually it was only us. How about when he sees my family in the store and there's not communication, just a small head nod and sad eyes.
But what if he didn't care at all. What if he simply just shut down? Didn't go to my funeral. Never visit my grave. Didn't tell my legacy to his kids..
I was just simply another kid in our town who died.
My grave stone would be normal.
It would read Justin Caylen Castillo.
The kid who bit it from cancer.
Nothing special about him.
He's just dead.
My thoughts are driving me insane.
I need help.
"Justin Castillo?" I hear a man say.
Here we go.
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I'm sorry for this.