Chapter 7

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I tell her how Gus and I met. I tell her how Gus took me to meet Van Houten. I tell her how Gus wanted to make a mark.

I tell her how Gus wants to be heard.

This whole time Emily is driving with a look of content and focus plastered on her face.

"It's just that Gus always calls me unique because of the way I don't want to be heard. He always brings up how he wants to be heard and make a mark on the world. I feel like I owe it to him to help him make his mark. It's the least I can do with the time he has left. I feel like I haven't given him my all since he left for the hospital. I owe it to him to make his mark. I want him to leave here knowing he made a mark, but not just to me, to everyone. Gus needs this. He needs this before he leaves, and I'm going to help him. It's just that I don't know how to make his mark."

I finish my rant with tears forcing their way upon my face. I take a forced breath, and try to calm myself.

I look over at Emily, and she looks like she is concentrating. We are left in silence.

After a few minutes, Emily speaks up.

"With my 23 years I have been here, I never knew how tragic the world can be."

She pauses for a moment as if she's gathering up her thoughts into a sentence.

"You could make him heard for being a cancer fighter."

"I don't want Gus to earn his mark through his cancer. That would be foolish, making the thing he hates the most something the world can sympathize with. I want his mark to be earned through his character. His joking character that has always placed a smile across my face."

"But maybe, being fighting for cancer can get him far and he can use personality to win the world over. Think realistically. The chances you have if he would to make a mark through character in such short time." Emily presses.

I take a minute or two to process this.

"Maybe I can do that, but what are the chances that this will actually make Gus heard?" I hear myself question.

"I still think you have a chance. Believe in yourself, have the confidence many desire." Emily simply states.

I realize we are turning onto my block. That car ride seemed longer than it actually was.

"Well, thank you Emily," I say. "Not only for the ride, but for the advice. I think I have an idea on how to get Gus heard. I just need to believe I can do it."

"Anytime, Hazel. If you need anything else, you know where to find me." Emily responds, with a kind smile.

I open the car door and walk towards my house. I wave back once I reach the door, signaling she can leave.

I take my key out of my pocket, struggling since I have to keep a steady hand on my oxygen tank.

I remind myself to stay quiet since it is still early in the morning, and my parents will most likely still be asleep. This day is only 6 hours in, and I already yearn for it to be over.

I tiptoe up to my room, and silently shut the door. I unconnected myself from the oxygen tank and connect myself to Phillip.

I am not tired anymore; the trip to the hospital left me wide awake. My rant in the car has also contributed to my alertness. I lie in bed for what seems like a hour; the whole time I am thinking about Gus, and what I have to do to get him heard.

Slowly, I can feel my eyes shutting down, and I feel almost content despite everything that happened this past week. I drift off into a daydream, with a smile inching onto my face.

(Hi! I haven't updated in forever, and I'm truly sorry! This was pretty short and I just wanted to update. I just want to thank you all for 4,000 reads! I never thought my fanfic would get this far, and it's because of everyone who reads this! Well thank you all very much and I may update soon! It all depends on if I have time! Love you all!!)

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 15, 2018 ⏰

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