How To Save A Life

The Angel Falls

Skye >POV<
1 week later

Chandler has been doing great. He's still in the hospital but the doctor said his chemotherapy was doing good.

Luckily he left. He ran back to Monica and their little brats.

I was pretty happy he left. I know I was being selfish I guess but.. There's just no way I can forgive him for everything he did.

So this morning I was woken up by my phone ringing.

I stepped out of bed and picked up the phone.

I looked at the caller ID.

It was Cash.

I quickly answered wondering why she was calling.

"Hello?" I said my voice sounding horse for the reason that I just woke up.

"Skye," She said emotionlessly.

"Yeah?" I asked, worried.

"Ch-Chandler h-he he's gone," she stuttered.

The whole world went in slow motion as she said those words.

"Wh-what do you mean by-by g-gone?" I asked hoping she wouldn't say what I think she is.

"He's dead."

How?

How could he be dead?

The doctor said he was doing great in chemotherapy.

"The doctor said she thought he was doing good in chemotherapy and he acted like he was but the tumor had spread to his spinal cord and they didn't know," she continued.

"How- how could they miss that? If they were paying attention they would know he wasn't okay!" I said furious.

What kind of a doctor doesn't know what they're doing?

Obviously she didn't because they would've know the tumor was in a critical place.

"Hey! Don't yell at me or the doctors! They did their best! It's not their fault he's gone!" She yelled.

"They didn't do their best because if they did they would've seen it was bad!" I yelled back.

"What's done is done Skye! There's nothing we can do about it!"

And with that she ended the call.

I just stood there.

How could this happen?

I looked at my nightstand observing all the frames of pictures on it.

My eyes stopped on one picture of Chandler and I.

In this picture he's wearing blue jeans and a light blue shirt. His brown hair ruffled as I had my hand on his head, his arm around me. His smile the biggest I've seen due to the fact that this was the day we took him to his first amusement park.

We never had a real childhood. Cash was so worried about feeding us that we never got to really have any fun.

So when Chandler turned 12 last year we took him to the amusement park.

Looking at the picture I collapsed on the group sobbing.

"Why!?" I yelled sobbing.

Why him?

Why not me?

I crawled into the corner next to my bed and just sobbed.

After a couple of minutes of trying to think of something good to come out of this and finding nothing, I started hitting the back of my head against the wall.

A few seconds later of me hitting my head and crying my eyes out my bedroom door opened.

"Skye?" I heard Vik say cautiously.

I sniffled.

"Skye?" He said as he made his way over to me.

He soon found me in my corner and sat next to me holding his arms out.

I accepted his comforting arms and enjoyed his warm embrace calming my nerves.

He wiped my tears, looking into my sad eyes.

"What happened Skye?" He asked.

"Ch-Chandler h-he he's-he's gone," I said in between sobs.

He looked at me with sympathetic eyes as he leaned more into the embrace.

After a few minutes I had stopped crying and Vikk and I were just cuddling together enjoying each other's presence in silence.

"Are you okay?" He asked breaking the comforting silence.

"Mhm," I murmured leaning my head on his shoulder.

He just leaned his head on mine.

I wanted to stay in this embrace for forever but I knew that was impossible so for the moment i wanted to stay like this as long as I could.

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I laid in bed for the rest of the day crying.

The guys would come in and check on me from time to time but I didn't acknowledge their presence.

All I did was cry.

Before I knew it, it was dark out.

I threw myself out of bed, the blanket still around me, and walked outside onto the balcony.

I looked at the stars above me wondering if Chandler was one of them.

I believe that when people die, they are a star in the sky. The person who has died is watching over their loved ones in the form of a star.

I hope Chandler is watching over me.

"Ch-Chandler," my voice cracks due to the fact that I haven't talked all day,"I'm sorry you died. I wish you didn't. I wish you were still alive.

You were so young. I know. That's one of the most cliche things to say but it's true. You were only 13. You didn't even get to experience high school or get your first girlfriend.

I remember one time when you came home, so excited because you thought someone at your school liked you.

You liked her back but it turned out that she didn't like guys.

You accepted her choice and didn't mind her sexuality. You guys were best friends. When she would get bullied for liking girls you would stick up for her, making sure she knew that the way she felt was okay. I wonder how she took your death. Maybe as bad as I did. I don't know.

I miss you Chan. I really do."

For the rest of the night I just talked to Chandler as if he was there, but it felt like he was. Listening to me like he always did. He was always a good listener.

I fell asleep on the balcony talking to Chandler. It was rather nice. Saying my goodbyes and somewhat getting over that he was gone.

So. Did anyone expect Chandler to die. Probably.

So. Share this book with your friends and stuff. Yeah.

See you in da next chapter.

Byezies

*LordPandaFace