October 12th, 2024
I sat on a bench right next to the Wal-Mart pharmacy, waiting for my mum to get her thyroid medication. A boy who looks around my age, maybe a year or so older, sits next to me.
He turns to look at me, so I try and hide my face a bit with my hand. I do not like people looking at me.
"Hi, uh..my names Cameron. What's yours?" he says.
"..I'm Charlie."
That was a lie. My name is Charlotte. Charlie is not very far off though, so what's to care of it?
"Pretty name..!"
"Thank you..uhm, yours is, uh, nice as well." I tell him.
We talk a little more, but it gets silent for a while.
Suddenly, he says something, and I can't fully comprehend it. It just doesn't make sense.
"I have terminal cancer."
That's what he said. Those words fucked my brain up for a moment.
My mouth was slightly agape, I was shocked.
"I'm sorry? What was that?"
I needed to know I wasn't imagining things.
"Sorry..I have terminal cancer..I'm supposed to die in, what, 6 months. I don't want that. Don't waste your time wanting to kill yourself. It's stupid. I was so fucking idiotic, wishing to die, when now I want anything but death. I haven't even had a girlfriend or a first kiss.
Wow.
"Can we trade numbers?"
"Yes." I say.
(The end for now. I'm tired, leave me be, give me time. Feedback in comments please, need opinions I can trust. B r u t a l h o n e s t y i s n e e d e d . bye, have a goodnight/day/who cares.)
