My Savior: A Jacksepticeye Fanfiction

I'm Scared

Kenzie's POV

I know what's wrong with me. It's hard not to know. I heard Sam, Mom and Dad talking last night. I pulled my sweatshirt on and zipped up the zipper. "Kenz, are you doing ok" Sam asked. I shrugged, not sure what to say. I don't want him to worry more, but I don't want to stay silent about it. The sun was high in the sky outside the window, but neither of us were eager to go outside. At seven o'clock, Nana called us downstairs for dinner. I picked at mine, not hungry. Nana looked at me funny, but said nothing. After cleaning my dishes, Sam and I went upstairs to our computers. An hour later, someone knocked on the door. It was a familiar knock, a simple seven taps. I got up and walked over. When I opened the door, Mom was standing there. Her hair was wet with rain and her suitcase was next to her. "Mom!" Sam yelled, running over to her. "Hi Sammie." She pulled me into the hug. Dad was downstairs talking with Nana. "Oh, my babies. I missed you." I didn't know why she was home early. She was supposed to come home the next week. "Mom, what are you doing home early? I thought you were staying with Mark in LA." I asked, curious. "We were worried about you Kenz. Has Sam talked to you at all?" "No, but I heard you talking on Skype last night. I might have cancer?" "Kenzie, we don't know. We just wanted to be sure." Dad walked up the stairs and Sam ran into his arms. "Hey bud!" Mom looked at me. "Kenzie, I know this might be hard. But we'll get through this as a family." We packed up our bags and said goodbye to Nana. She gave me a bigger hug and hoped I would be alright. When we got home, I ran upstairs to the room I shared with Sam. I climbed the ladder on the bunk bed and started crying onto my pillow. Mom and Dad knocked on the door in the five minutes after I ran upstairs. I didn't want to admit it to them, but I was scared. I didn't want to die. I didn't want to lose my hair or be sick all the time. I wanted to be like Sam. He was healthy. He would be able to do things I couldn't. I wanted to be my twin so much more than I wanted to be me. Eventually, Mom walked in and hopped up with me. "Kenz, I know you're scared. I'm scared for you. But I just want you to know that nothing bad is going to happen to you. We'll move to the US if that's what it takes to make you healthy." She moved a strand of hair away from my face. "But just know that nothing bad will happen. And that I'll take care of you." "You promise?" She nodded. "I promise."

Two months later  

Eventually, my hair did fall out. It fell out in little chunks and it scared me even more. We went into the doctor and got me checked to see if our theories were correct. "You were right to come in. She is in fact sick." Dad held me close. "The only problem is that we don't have the right treatment here in Ireland." "What do we have to do?" Mom asked. "They have doctors in England or in America that could help." When we got home, we had a family meeting. "We have to talk about this. Kenzie needs the treatment or she'll get worse." Mom said. "Now, we have two choices. We could move to England, which is closer. Or we could move to America where our friends are" Dad said. We put it to a vote and America won out. "Alright. Let's get moving." Mom and Dad walked upstairs to their office and shut the door. Sam gave me a hug and I wrapped my blanket closer around me. I was ready to move. We had talked about it for a couple years, but never made the jump. Leave it to someone getting sick to make that thought a reality. Mom got to selling the house right away. Dad was sad we were moving. He'd lived here his whole life and it was not something he thought about doing. Mom left after she graduated and was in some ways looking forward to going back. Of course, she lived in Nebraska and we were going to Los Angeles. I was excited to see Mark again. The last time I saw him was last Christmas. He made his way to Ireland for the holidays and returned a couple weeks into January. He was definitely the favorite of the few Uncles I had. Even if he wasn't related by blood. Sam and I have never left the country. We were always sent to stay with Nana while Mom and Dad left. I walked upstairs and sat on the bottom bunk. I was no longer strong enough to climb up to my bed, so Sam switched with me. Sam was worried for me. As much as he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to lose me. I was his other half, his player two. And I didn't want to leave him either. He protected me from bullies at school. He was the bigger twin and I was a tiny mouse. I inherited Mom's short genes and was shorter than my friends. Looking at my phone, my Twitter blew up with notifications from fans hoping I would be ok. I didn't want to say anything. That would just make me more scared.