wild world

prologue

He had a brain tumor.

And it was known by everybody including him that his time was decreasing. Every breath that his lungs took in, was just another breath towards death. Every time he walked into school was one less time he would have to endure hell. And every time he saw his friends they were just one more thing to claw at his mind.

Every time he saw them all he could think about was what he wanted to say to them. What would his last words be?

Would they be inspiring? Or would he take the sad approach and give some heart felt speech?
He didn't want his friends to cry over him. In fact he wanted them to be happy.

He constantly told his parents of how much he despised the idea of having a funeral. All he wanted was to be put in the ground, no celebration or anything special.

In his eyes funerals were only for people who lived lives. Funerals were for people who accomplished things with their lives. Places where families and friends could look at what they had done with their lives and they could be recognized for all the good they did.

And in his eyes he hadn't had enough time to truly live. In his eyes he had no achievements, nothing to be proud of.

Sometimes he believed that the tumor had magically disappeared. That maybe the ball in his head wasn't killing him.

But then the blinding headaches and the dizziness would begin again reminding him that it would soon come crashing down.

Dan didn't necessarily want to live, but he sure as hell didn't want to die.

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Gonna start writing this and republishing lost boy(: