Happily

Chapter 1

People die all of the time. Young children, older adults, people of all ages end up dying. The sad thing about this is when someone you love, someone you care about passes away, you forget how to live your own life. You forget how to smile, how to laugh, and most importantly to have fun.

I should be used to death by now. My fathers parents have passed away, my favorite teacher was killed, and three of my former classmates have died. I really should be used to it, but I am not. How am I suppose to survive when my best friend was killed by the disease that lived inside her, and still lives inside of me?

She passed away 13 hours ago. I didn't know she died until an hour ago, when one of the nicest nurses ended up telling me. I did not cry at that time. I was, and still am, too weak.

My insides burn with the thought of my friend being gone. I will never see her again until I find myself dead. This will be soon, I think. I had planned on living my whole life with my best friend Lauren. But now I will spend the rest of my life grieving over her.

They thought Lauren was healing, but now we know they were wrong. So very, very wrong. I always believed she would live longer than I would've. She thought that too, she never told me aloud, but I can tell by the way she would look at me, that she thought I was going to die soon. But she was wrong, she was the one who died too soon.

The door slowly opened, revealing my parents. They looked as if they have been crying, but they always look like that so it never worries me. They say that they are scared for me, but they shouldn't be. They have done everything they could've done, and I am truly grateful for it.

"Honey, I heard what happened. Lauren's mom stopped us when we were on our way here and told us about Lauren. We know how much you loved her and you know how much we loved her. I am sorry, Carter."

That's what makes me furious. When someone dies, they always change everything into past tense. I loved her back then, and I love her now. She was my best friend then, and she is still and always will be my best friend. What she was back then is what she is now.

"The funerals on Tuesday." My father said. Two days and Lauren will be underground. Two days and everyone will forget her, everyone but me. That's the thing with death though. You will be forgotten. That's why I am completely and utterly scared of dying. I do not want my parents to forget me. I do not want my brother to forget me. I do not want anyone to forget me. I want to be remembered.

I can already tell that my life will be harder, as if it wasn't hard enough before.