Forget Me Not (Book 2)

Chapter 4- Dream

Chapter 4- Dream

“How long doctor?” My dad asked Dr. Casler while holding my right hand with dear life. As Dr. Casler studied his sheet one last time, I couldn’t help but notice the fear behind his eyes. If he was feeling fear of any kind, I knew the answer wasn’t good. I closed my eyes as a sudden tear fell down my cheek; everything was tumbling down all around me. My mom’s death had my Carson and dad devastated and I couldn’t even think how they both would be if they lost me too. I opened my eyes as Dr. Casler took in another deep breath.

“Not long, four months… tops” The room went silent. My aunt took a slight look at me and began to cry as Peter wrapped his arms around her for comfort. Ben and Carson both looked furious as if they were about to go and kill somebody. However, my dad was staring at me with tears filled in his eyes, as the tears finally released, he buried his face in his hands as he sobbed. I on the other hand was only speechless; I couldn’t possibly believe I had only a month to live tops. I wanted to start sophomore year as a way to start my life over and become a new person, but plans changed. Sitting here was like going back to my mother’s funeral, everyone was crying as Carson looked beyond furious. Closing my eyes once more as tears fell rapidly down my cheeks, my chest rose up and down as I began to cry hysterically. A pair of arms wrapped around me in a second.

“I love you so much Ronnie” Dads words meant a lot to me this very moment, but only made the crying worse. As more arms wrapped around me I felt slightly comforted, but not quite. I still had death on my mind, the end of everything for me. What kept me settle was I knew mom was in heaven and I would join her, but at this moment I was not ready to go at such an early age in my life. Tears fell rapidly down my cheeks, seeing my dad in so much pain for me resulted into more tears. Everyone was crying, Carson’s chest rose as he hiccupped through his tears. Seeing everyone like this at this very moment, allowed me to be thankful to have such a loving family who cares. But seeing them all hurt, felt like a knife cutting through my chest and into my own heart.

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One Month Later

Dr. Casler told me staying at home was for the best, nothing could be done this far with cancer. Chemo and targeted drug therapy did no difference. Dr. Casler explained to me not even a slightest change even occurred in the one month of treatment. The word cancer felt odd and strange as it rolled off my tongue. Lying on my bed I sat upright leaning on my fuzzy purple pillow. I changed into my pjs the moment we got back from the hospital, thinking to myself I might feel more comfortable, but no. I sat there silently, not able to move as I stared out my opened window. I saw the painted ladies, the famous houses in San Francisco, as I sat there thinking. A cool breeze came in my room suddenly, I stood and walked over to my window seat and sat down. As I sat with my arms folded across my chest I felt a sudden presence. I turned my head slowly as I met eye contact with a young woman not many years older than me. Her dark wavy hair blew in the breeze slightly; her chocolate colored eyes twinkled in the star light. Taking in a gulp, I began to speak.

“Who are you? I asked, and to my utter surprise my voice was smooth and loud enough to hear, no fear in my voice. She smiled as she walked closer. Taking a seat next to me, her beige hand took mine as she began to speak.

“You must come with me” She said, forgetting my question.

“Why?” I asked. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment and opened a few seconds later.

“You have a gift Ronnie and it’s a very rare gift, not like the others” I looked at her confused.

“Well, have you been getting dreams lately that seemed out of place?” Thinking about her question, I nodded instantly.

“Ya, they began when I went to the hospital. What’s strange is I met a girl from my dream, but…” I paused remembering the moment I saw Hayden or who I thought was Hayden.

“She was older.” The mystery women smiled after I answered her question.

“It also felt very real” I added.

“That is normal. I would know” I looked at her stunned.

“You have a gift?” She let out a soft laugh, but the smile ended soon.

“No I do not, but I have experienced something similar, only I can’t control it like you can”

“What do you mean?” She smiled once more.

“It’s complicated. But Ronnie you can save us all…”

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My eyes flew open remembering every detail of what happened. I placed my hands on my bed and sat up. The room was lit from the sun streaming in from the window. Taking a glance at my clock I read that it was 9:26. I rubbed my eyes and stretched my arms as a sudden pain came from my back and stomach. As I grunted, someone knocked on my door.

“You awake” Dad asked.

“Yep” I said, popping the p. He strode in with a tray of biscuits and gravy. My smiled beamed as he set the tray on my lap.

“Thanks dad” I told him. He gave me a warm smile as he sat on the edge of my bed.

“Are you feeling okay?” I nodded.

“A little pain, but I feel much better. Thank you...” I said with a crack in my voice. Dad noticed and placed a hand on my cheek.

“We’ll get through this” I took in a deep breath knowing he was only saying that to make me feel better. In reality I wasn’t going to survive.

Dad left me in my room with my biscuits and gravy, with a glass of orange juice. He even hooked my television up, allowing sound in my once soundless room.  My depression kept getting worse since the diagnosis. As I sat there I burst into sudden tears, the thought of suicide crossed my mind every day, but couldn’t get myself to actually do it, and I wanted to be known as a fighter not the person who gave up. The pain was far worse than what I was telling my dad; it killed me to tell him how I was truly feeling. Emotional and physically I was wrecked, beat up to the point one more blow I would be done, nothing more.

 As I took my last bite of my biscuit, my windows burst open. The sheer curtains blow in the sudden gust of wind as a young man and woman appeared. My eyes grew in shock; my plate fell to my side as I pulled my covers up to my chin. They were both beautiful, the young man stood as his black hair fell in front of his piercing dark blue eyes. The young woman standing only an inch away from him looked sweet with her blond curly hair and her pink lips formed a smile.

“Ronnie my names Amanda” Her voice was pure beauty, just as her appearance.

“I’m Jesse” His voice gave me goose bumps up and down both of my arms.

“What do you want?” I asked as I set my covers to my lap, away from my chin, but still held with a tight grip.

“The lady you met last night…” She paused waiting for a response. I shook my head up and down sharply.

“Well were here to save you” Jesse said as he stepped to the side of my bed. He looked down at me with wonder.

“You’re too late” I whispered as a tear fell down my cheek.

“That’s where you are wrong” My head shot up from what Amanda said.

“We can cure you” My heart began to flutter, beating a mile a second as I finally had hoped.

“How?”

“Simple.” My eyes caught a glance at a syringe in Jesse’s hand, which he was already pulling down my sleeve, exposing my shoulder.

“What will that do?” I asked while my stomach began to churn from the sight of yet another needle

“It won’t hurt, promise” Before I could respond, the needle punctured into my bare skin. My vision was a blur and my eyes became droopy.

“You will know soon Ronnie” My eyes shut automatically, leaving me in darkness and an empty memory and soon in a completely new world.