Cancer

One

Three words. Who knew this is all it would take to turn my whole life upside down. Just three words, thirteen letters, and a smug look on the nurses face.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" I asked, not accepting the situation I was in. I mean, how could you?
"I said, you have cancer." She said, no emotion in her voice what so ever. She probably  didn't even care, delivered news like this all the time. I was nothing new.
"Mr.Way, I know this kind of news can be kind of tough, especially for someone as young as you. If you want, we can se-"
She couldn't finish her sentence before I was out the door, running to the nearest shop to catch my breath. I looked over at the people playing in the sun's gaze. I almost laughed. In the movies when someone was delivered bad news, it was all dark and raining to match that characters mood. But today? Well, it was just like any other day; sunny, kids were playing at the park, people were shopping. It just made me think how the whole world keeps going while you're suffering, and nobody will ever really care. They'll carry on with their life as if they never met you. You'll be dead and soon enough your name will be forgotten. I wanted to scream, I wanted everyone here to know what I was going through. Instead, I just made my way back to my house.
     I just had to have the worst luck possible. I mean I had to get hurt at one of our shows.
I had to go to a stupid doctor.
That stupid doctor had to find somethin wrong with my blood sample.
That stupid Doctor had to make me get a CAT scan.
That stupid doctor had to diagnose it as cancer.
    I finally arrived at my house. I rushed in, slamming the door behind me, praying Gerard wasn't home. I rushed to the bathroom and looked in mirror. I looked awful. I can't really think of the last time I got a decent nights sleep. I'm always busy worrying about the band, or helping one of my friends that I never really thought about sleep anymore. I looked in the mirror again, this time choking back a cry from the disgusting image I saw looking back at me. I was pathetic.
   Unfortunately for me, that's how my brother discovered I was home.
"Mikey? You in there?" Gerard called, banging his fist on the bathroom door. I'm not in the mood to talk right now, so I ignore him, hoping he'll go away. This is Gerard Way we're talking about, he never goes away.
"Mikey open up!" He calls out with worry filling his voice. I begin to feel guilty, he was only trying to help. I open the door to see Gerard standing there with a worried look on his face. Now I really feel guilty. Before I can even think to do anything else I engulfed him into a hug. That's when it happened, for the first time since I found out about the news, I cried. He didn't push me to say anything, he just let me cry.
   I couldn't let him find out, it would crush him. So there in my bathroom, sobbing on my brothers shoulder  , I decided I wouldn't say anything yet. I will, but for now, I won't crush him.
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Well, that's chapter one I guess.
Thanks to EggGodNumber1 for helping with this- check out their book "er... Hi I'm Josh" it's worth it.
ALSO I WILL ADD PETE I JUST KEEP FORGETTING HIM WHOOPS.
Oh and thanks sleepingblackpierce for saying you'll read this. It makes me happy knowing someone besides me will read it.