the last day of her life

You wont see me, but i will be there.

It was the first day of summer, and the last day of her life.

Scarlett opened her eyes, dull chocolate brown looking at a plane white ceiling. Sighing she pushed the bedside button to lift the top half of the bed up, putting her into a sitting position. Her hand instinctively went to pull her hair over her shoulder but she stopped midway when she remembered, she has none.
"Today is they day." she prepped herself. She removed the cover from her frail form and swung her legs round slowly off the hospital bed, then standing up she grabbed her IV stand and dragged it along with her out of her room and down the hall to the elevator.
Once she was there, out of breath, she pushed the 'down' button and waited for the elevator to arrive. Once the metal doors opened she walked in and pushed 'G' for the ground floor.
Soft repetitive music played while she waited for that little ding signalling that she was at her designated floor. After a 30 or more second wait, she did finally hear that desired ding and the opening of the metal doors.
After taking a step out of the elevator she was straight away greeted with a straight stoic face.
"Hello, Scarlett." Craig greeted with his trade mark expression.
"Hey." She replied smiling ever so slightly, normally to everyone she kept her blank face but for him... she would always give him a smile, no matter how much it hurt her.
"How are you feeling today? Are your nervous?" he asked as they walked towards the large glass doors the lead out to the garden.
"I'm fine; you know I asked for this. I have everything planed out, even a short will." She let out a short chuckle, thinking about how little she has to give away.
A simple 'hm' was his only reply to her. He opened the doors and picked up her IV stand knowing she couldn't pick it up herself with her frail arms. Walking past him and out into the garden she winced slightly at the cold concert path against her feet.
"Are you cold?" he asked in a flat voice holding no emotion, as usual. Craig placed down her IV stand and unzipped his blue coat, taking it off himself then loosely placed it over her small shoulders.
"You didn't have to do that... it's just the morning summer mist, it will clear away soon..." she looked down and walked slowly over to a worn out bench under an oak tree.
"You could catch a cold." He said sitting next to her.
"A cold?" she spat at him.
"Yes, you could get sick." He looked at her.
"Sick? Like I'm not already sick enough?! I have fucking cancer and I'm going to die today anyway! It's not like a little cold will do anything!" she shouted getting too stressed over what he said. She balled up her fists and tried to hold back tear that threatened to burst out at any second.
"Sorry." His eyes holding a glint of care but she didn't look at his face to notice. Calming down she shut her eyes and let out a breath of air, as lone tear rolled down her cheek
"I... I'm sorry." She said her voice laced with a sadness only she knew, sighing she looked up into the sky. Light orange and red fading into a pale blue, the moon and some starts were still visible making her smile.
"You know, I won't really be gone... I will be like a star." She chuckled a little.
"A star? Isn't that a little stupid?" Craig asked looking at her.
"No! Just think about it... I will always be there you just won't see me." She turned her head and looked in his eyes.
"Scarlett, its breakfast time." A nurse opened the door and spoke.
"Oh, ok. Well I'll see you at 5 then?" she smiled half heartedly, getting up then walking slowly to the door, then the nurse assisted her in getting the IV stand in.
Craig was still sitting on the bench and as soon as she and the nurse were out of sight he broke. Normally he was not the one to just let out any emotion on any circumstances, well other then when he is pissed off. He was angry, upset and well... pissed off, pissed off that Scarlett would just be so self-fish and inconsiderate to order her death.
Letting out a shout of anger he scared off the few birds that sat in the nearby oak tree. He stood up and went over to the tree punching it in a fit of rage.
"Why?!" he screams again and again as he kept of punching the tree, more sticking on the tree with every powerful punch he threw at it. He stopped punching and panted heavily, looking at his knuckles he clenched his jaw.
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Walking out off the nurses room with his knuckles cleaned and bandage he walked to the cancer ward to Scarlett's room. People with depressed faces and crying loved ones near was all he saw, children looking at their parents faces not knowing what was going on with big brother or big sister.
Hearts filled with sorrow and pain knowing what was coming and all of them felling as if there was no cure and no way of surviving this. As Craig walked on, nearing Scarlett's room, he thought about maybe getting her to not go through with this.
11:23am less than 6 hours till 5pm.
He walked into her room to see her with her brother; he bought Diamond, her Samoyed puppy, round in bag to make sure no one saw her. Scarlett laughed lightly as the snow white puppy licked her face and nuzzled her.
"I'm going to miss you..." she said with a sigh and kissed Diamond's head softly.
"Oh, hey Craig." Stan said smiling.
"Can I talk with Scarlett alone please?" Craig asked and closed the door behind him as he walked in.
"Yeah, sure. I need to take Diamond for a walk anyway." He replied and picked up the white pet, placing her back in the large back without zipping it up he walked out leaving Scarlett alone with Craig.
"You alright, Craig?" she asked.
"No, I'm not." He says trying to keep anger out of his voice.
"Im pissed off."
"Uh... why? Has someone done something? Who was it?" she asked frowning.
"It was you." He looked at her in the eyes with a stern face.
"W-what? What did I do?" she stuttered confused.
"You're being selfish. Did you not think of how others would feel?! How I would feel!" he shouted leaving her speechless.
"What? I don't kn-"
"Shut up! You do know what I'm talking about!" he cut her off.
"How is your mom going to feel? When she gets a call saying her daughters chosen to?! What about your dad? Hell, even your dog! We have feelings! Just because yours might have gone numb doesn't mean everyone else doesn't have them!" tears were close to falling from his eyes.
"You want to know who is going to be affected more by your death. Me! That's who. I fucking love you so much; I'm not going to be able to live with myself without you, without telling you that I do have feelings, emotions and all that shit. I have them! And I just want you by my side..."
She was shocked, not only did he confess to her but he was crying, feeling and that was unreal to her; knowing that the person that was said to be a machine with no soul and no way of feeling was crying.
"I want to kiss you every night and sleep next to you, I want to have children, get married. I want to grow old with you, I want to watch your hair get grey and thin, I want to watch you get wrinkles but call you beautiful every time you ask if you look bad. And- and I can't to any of that I your not here... I can't go on..." now tears were pouring out of his eyes, his heart aching from all the emotions he finally bursting out.
"Craig..." she said softly tears in her eyes also.
"What?" he asked sharply.
"I love you too and... I want all those things too. I want to survive this and be with you... it was just... the pain of thinking you didn't feel the way I felt for you." She smiled looking down at the white bed sheets.
"So you're going to cancel it?" he asked walking to the side of the bed and holding her hand.
Smiling he cupped her cheek and pulled her hear up and to look at him, then leaning down their lips met a mixture between sweet and sour personalities becoming together.
They both new that this was going to be hard but it would last.

Scarlet got better but her cancer was still unpredictable, the doctors were going to do a few more checks and in a short two weeks she would be back home with her family and friends.
Craig was at home when he got the massage, when he got the news.
He didn't talk for weeks, moths even. He stayed inside and had anything and everything he needed delivered. He didn't go to high school to see his friends anymore, he didn't go to her family, and he didn't go out at all other then when he went to her grave every week on Friday.
He tried to never say her name. He tried to never look at a photo of her. He tried hard not to think of her. But he could never keep it up...
He cried out her name endlessly in his dreams and nightmares, he thought of her constantly throughout his depressing days, he looked at every photo he had of her just to refresh his memory of her beautiful face.
Every day he would look at the message and ended up bursting out into tears that seemed to never end when they started.
After the first year things seemed to get better but in his head it got worse, so much worse.
He just didn't want to live.
He wanted to be with her, with Scarlett.
And no that's what he was going to do.
Writing a note that only consisted of seventeen words.
Dressed himself in freshly washed clothes and he made sure he looked nice.
"This is it." He told himself.
"I can be with her again..." his eyes were wet with tears.
He walked up into his attic shakily and placed the note he had written onto the table that was next to a chair, above that chair was the noose he had tied to one of the attics beams.
He got up onto the chair and placed it round his neck and tightened it slightly.
Then, he jumped.
The noose tightened as he kicked away the chair, securing his death. His face turned shades of purple and blue mixed as his body twitched.
As he let out his final breath he thought only about Scarlett until his body went limp.
The note sat on the table waiting to be found.
It's fresh ink reading,
I want to be a star with her, you won't see us but we will be there.
Scarlet got better but her cancer was still unpredictable, the doctors were going to do a few more checks and in a short two weeks she would be back home with her family and friends.
Craig was at home when he got the massage, when he got the news.
He didn't talk for weeks, moths even. He stayed inside and had anything and everything he needed delivered. He didn't go to high school to see his friends anymore, he didn't go to her family, and he didn't go out at all other then when he went to her grave every week on Friday.
He tried to never say her name. He tried to never look at a photo of her. He tried hard not to think of her. But he could never keep it up...
He cried out her name endlessly in his dreams and nightmares, he thought of her constantly throughout his depressing days, he looked at every photo he had of her just to refresh his memory of her beautiful face.
Every day he would look at the message and ended up bursting out into tears that seemed to never end when they started.
After the first year things seemed to get better but in his head it got worse, so much worse.
He just didn't want to live.
He wanted to be with her, with Scarlett.
And no that's what he was going to do.
Writing a note that only consisted of seventeen words.
Dressed himself in freshly washed clothes and he made sure he looked nice.
"This is it." He told himself.
"I can be with her again..." his eyes were wet with tears.
He walked up into his attic shakily and placed the note he had written onto the table that was next to a chair, above that chair was the noose he had tied to one of the attics beams.
He got up onto the chair and placed it round his neck and tightened it slightly.
Then, he jumped.
The noose tightened as he kicked away the chair, securing his death. His face turned shades of purple and blue mixed as his body twitched.
As he let out his final breath he thought only about Scarlett until his body went limp.
The note sat on the table waiting to be found.
It's fresh ink reading,
I want to be a star with her, you won't see us but we will be there.