Cancer

Day 2

Levi

Day 2: cancer

I haven't seen Violet all day today. I thought that since we talked at lunch yesterday, she would talk to me. turns out I was wrong.

but it's lunch time now. I take my homemade lunch into the back of the school, were I sit everyday. without looking inside the brown sack my mom made for me, I throw it out.

I think I'm just gonna starve to death. I pull my head phone out of my back pack and plug them into my old, dirty, gold iPhone 5s. I go to music app and play my chemical romance 'the black parade'.

just my luck that the song cancer comes on.

turn away
if you could get me a drink
of water cause my lips are chapped and faded
call my aunt Marie
help her gather all my things
and bury me in all my favorite colors
my sisters and my brothers, still
I will not kiss you
cause the hardest part of this is leaving you

now turn away
cause I'm awful just to see
cause all my hairs abandoned all my body
oh, my agony
know that I will never marry
baby, I'm just soggy from the chemo
but counting down the days to go
it just ain't living
and I just hope you know
that if you say (if you say)
good-bye today (good-bye today)
I'd ask you to be true (I'd ask you to be true)

Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you
Cause the hardest part of this is leaving you

i feel the tears run down my face. this song is exactly why I'm afraid of dying. saying goodbye. not getting married. not doing all the thing I've always wanted to. GOING BALD!

man, that's really gonna suck. I wipe my tears and run my hands through my hair. why am I crying?

"hey, kid!" I hear her lovely voice shout. I turn to see Violet walking towards me. with a cigarette in her mouth.

it actually suits her. a cigarette between her lips. she can make anything look good.

"my names Levi, you know."

"Levi." she trys testing my name. she make anything sound good. "I need your help with something."

"uh, what is it?"

"come and find out." she gives me a sinister smile. uh oh. she's up to something.

"what about school?" I ask.

"we don't need school anyway. they don't teach you things you need for the real world. they don't prepare you for reality. you have to do that on your own." her words obviously have a deeper meaning that I'm determined to find out.

I'm still worried about school. what if I get in trouble? or a bad grade?

I follow her anyway.

she walks me to her car. I stop abruptly.

"are you kidding me?" I say, with one eyebrow raised.

"hey! don't judge."

"I'm not judging." I say holding my hands up in surrender as I get into her tiny, violet colored buggy.

"Violet?"

"yeah?"

"is everything you own the color violet?"

she laughs. "no."

"Violet?"

"yes?"

"can I call you Vi?"