Don't Die, My Love

Chapter 9

Dylan's POV

     I walked into the hospital alone today, my mom dropped me off because she had to get to work, then Erin had a family thing she had to be at. I was getting use to always having someone there. Pretty much all my hair was gone, but I still have a little bit. Today is the day I find out if my cancer has gotten worse, along with chemo. I sign myself in since there were no empty rooms available and sit in a chair. A little girl, who looked to be around nine came over. She looked familiar. "Hi!" She says happily. Judging my her pale face and bald head, I'm guessing she has cancer, but she's still a beautiful little girl. "Hi." I say back. "I'm Stacy, do you remember me?" I think for a second. "Oh yeah, I helped you a couple years ago, didn't I?" She nods frantically. "Yeah! Your name is Dylan and you were the person who was nicest to me! Why are you here though?" She asks. "Well, don't get upset, but I ended up getting cancer." She hugs me. "You'll get better! I know you will!" That makes me smile. "I sure hope so. How have you been?" She breaks the hug. "Good! I'm starting to feel a lot better. Mommy said I might even get to go home soon!" She says, her voice full of excitement. "That's awesome. I hope you get to go home soon." I hear my name. "I'll see you soon Stacy." I get up and go to the room.

     After a few minutes the nurse had asked me some questions and stuck the usual needle in my chest, I'm so used to it, its crazy. The doctor comes in. "Hey Dylan, how are you doing?" I feel quite week during chemo so I didn't have much energy to do anything. "I'm good." I simply state. "Do you want to know the test results now?" I nod. "Okay... So, have you noticed anything different about your chemo?" He asks, I shake my head. "Well, it's a higher dosage. Meaning, I'm sorry to say this but you've moved to stage three. If you get to stage four we'll do a bone marrow, and if that doesn't work then we'll continue treatment and hope for the best." I don't know how to feel right now, I really don't. "How high are my chances of living?" I ask, that's what I really need to know. "Not very high Dylan." I just stay silent, I have no words. A couple hours later I finally returned home, my mom took a break to pick me back up and drop me off at home. I go straight up to my room and sit at my desk. I just distract myself with typing what's on my mind...

'Okay, so I'm dying. Who am I kidding? I already knew that I guess I never wanted to believe it. People say death is the worst thing ever, it is. It's just even worse when nobody will remember you, or less than ten at least. I have no friends. I have my mom, my older brother, and Erin. My mom has been there with me through everything when I really needed her, and she's still here for me, she's just always busy. Then there's my older brother Liam, he's in college and I don't see him often. Lastly there's Erin, the one person who befriended me. The one girl I've fallen for. I can now admit I've fallen for her, but she wouldn't like me. I'm going to die, most likely. I will tell her, I just don't know when.'