I got home from the doctor. The news was almost unbearable.
Gryphon ran up, excited to see me back home.
I sat on the couch
"I'm... I'm going to die." I said time myself with tears in my eyes.
Just then, I heard a ring from the doorbell. I checked through the peephole and saw my mom.
I opened the door to her smiling face.
"How'd it go at the doctor?" She asked.
"It went well, as far as doctor visits go." I said.
She looked up, "That is wonderful."
I don't know why I lied to her.
She deserves to know, right?
I guess I panicked.
It would just break here heart.
"I brought you a cake." She said. "Your father is bringing it in." She laughed.
My dad walked in with a plate looking thing with a lid.
I opened the lid to see the lactose-free cake.
My dad cut it and we ate it together.
I managed to keep a smile on my face the whole time.
I had to.
I didn't want either of them to worry.
They finished and said goodbye.
They went out the door with the empty plate.
I felt bad for lying to them.
Putting on a smile just so they wouldn't worry.
I couldn't tell them.
I would hate to have seen either of them cry.
They went into the car and drove off.
I took a deep breath.
I sat on the couch once again.
Tears began streaming down my face.
"The audience. What will they do?" I said to myself.
I know it may seem narcissistic but, I didn't want to die and leave them all behind.
And Gryphon.
I hear dogs die of a broken heart sometimes.
I would hate to have that happen to him.
Mom, dad, the list goes on.
"I can't die, I hate can't!" I slammed my fist against the table.
I took a deep breath and lied on the couch and slowly fell asleep.
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FanfictionToby Turner, Tobuscus on YouTube, has been diagnosed with a cancer and only has two weeks left to live.