Cancer

Six

Replaying the scene in my head, I felt like the whole world was playing games on me. What did Frank mean when he was asking Gerard about the album? What wasn't he telling me? Seeing Ray walk out the door, I figured now would be my only chance.

"Hey Ray," I say, wanting to ease my way into the conversation.

"Oh, hey," he greeted me with a smile.

"I think it's awesome that we're doing an album about... Wait what's it about again?" I asked, trying to be as sly as possible.

"Nice try Mikey, but Gerard specifically told me not to tell you that it's about a cancer patients life and d- crap..."

"No, no, you're fine. I won't tell him you told me."

"Thanks, Mikey. You're the best. See you later?"

"Yeah, definitely" I say and head off.

So, that's why Gerard didn't want to tell me what this album was about? Because it was about me? I'd hate to tell him, but I'm not gonna die. I'm gonna be just fine...

"Gerard?" I yelled as I walked through the door once again. I knew he was here, he drove and I walked.

"Yeah?" He asked completely oblivious as always.

"So... Is there any reason why you didn't want Ray to tell me that the album is about a cancer patient dying?" After saying that, I noticed how nervous he looked. Why is he nervous? I'm the one who everyone thinks is going to die...

"That's... That's not what it's about and that's not how I wanted you to find out." Was all he said. Clearly that's not how he wanted me to find out, he told Ray not to tell me.

"Okay? Then what's it about?"

"I..." He sighed and looked at me like he was trying to hold the urge to tell me everything. "I can't tell you..."

"Whatever, I'm gonna be back in my room" I say heading up the stairs. After reaching the top I was already out of breath. I stood there for a minute catching my breath before going back to my room. I laid on my unmade bed and pulled out my laptop. I figure if I have this stupid disease I might as well understand it.

I type in acute lymphoblastic leukemia into the search engine and immediately regret it. The websites show everything from survival rate for adults, which isn't very high, to prices for chemotherapy, which are very high.

I slam my laptop shut and sigh. All I wanted to do was feel like everything was going to be okay, but now I feel slightly worse. Maybe I should call Pete, he always seems to help calm me down. I pull out my phone and remember the whole situation from today. Maybe calling Pete wouldn't be the best thing...

I decide against it and lay my phone next to me. I can hear Gerard talking from downstairs, but I don't get up. I just let his voice fade out as I close my eyes. It's funny how someone's voice can get so annoying and they're not even talking to you.

"SHUT UP GERARD," I shout downstairs, hoping he got the hint.

"NEVER," he replies and starts singing louder. He's singing some song I've never heard before, but it's pretty catchy.

"AND THOUGH YOU'RE DEAD AND GONE BELIEVE ME, YOUR MEMORY WILL CARRY ON!" He shouts like a dying cow. If that song is going to be on our album he has to learn to sing in tune. I listen a while longer to him singing and grab a notebook. I decide I should write a bass part for it, because I'm pretty sure I'll have to do that anyways. Before I start, I glance back at my phone, considering calling Pete, but decide against it once again.

As I'm writing more thoughts cross my mind. What part of the characters life is this? Is the character really based off me? Why do I suck at writing so much? That one crosses often so I just learned to ignore it.

As I'm writing I feel my chest tighten again. It was like when I was walking up the stairs, just ten times worse. I feel all the air escaping my body, but couldn't get any. I grab my phone and dial the first and only number I could think of, Pete.

As the phones ringing I can feel myself becoming lightheaded. As I'm about to give up hope, I hear a click.

"Look Mikey, I'm sorr-" I couldn't do it anymore. I became dizzier by the second.

"Help..." Was the last thing I managed to choke out before I saw nothing but darkness.

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OH MY GOD JESS REMEMBERS HOW TO PUBLISH STORIES?? NO WAY!
Sorry for the cliffhanger (Thats a lie) I'll try upload again soon (that's also a lie)
Until next time I guess
And goodnight
-KESS