Seven Days

Chapter Nine

As I go out of the hospital, I see the full moon shining down on me. It’s beautiful. It’s so big and round. It’s just simply beautiful.

I think it’s already seven p.m., or something like that. I don’t know where to go. Wait, I do. It’s my old high school’s prom night tonight. (I know, right? It’s weird. A prom night on a Monday.) I have to go there. I want to go there. I just need to head back home for a bit to change my clothes and get ready. Wait, no. My clothes are fine. I look okay for a dead girl. Almost dead girl, I mean.

As I walk to my old high school, I see the street lights light up. They look so magical. Anyway, I can see my old high school from here now. Okay, here I go. I’m almost there. Just a little bit more and I’m there. Okay, now I’m here. I’m standing right in front of my old high school. I never thought I’d come back here again. I miss this place.

Wait, what if I’m not welcome here anymore? I ask myself. What if they kick me out of here?

“I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.” That voice. I know that voice. I’ve heard that voice before. It’s Cameron John. My Cameron John. I don’t wanna turn around and see him. I don’t wanna look at his sweet face. I don’t wanna push him away either.

He touches my hand, but I jerk my hand away from his. Suddenly, I feel him turn me to face him. His hands are on my shoulders. I still don’t look at him though. I look at the ground just to avoid looking at his face. I don’t wanna see him.

“Why don’t you look at me, Al?” he says. I can feel pain he’s feeling right now. I can feel the heartache, the heartbreak. I can feel it.

I don’t answer him.

“Al, please.”

I stay silent.

Next thing I know it, I’m in his arms. I don’t hug him back, or anything. I just took everything all in. The love. The hurt. The pain. I took it all in. I wanna hug him back so badly, but I can’t. He’s gotta get over me. I want him to have the better life. I want him to be able to live without me. I also want him to know that I love him so much. I love him to death.

“I love you, Al. I know you don’t love me back, but I love you so much,” he says. I think he’s crying. His voice is different know. He’s crying. I’m crying, too. He doesn’t know the truth. I can’t tell him the truth, but I really want to.

Fine, I’m going to tell him. I‘m telling him. I just can’t take this anymore. I don’t wanna hide anymore. I love him, and that’s the truth.

“You’re wrong, Cameron John,” I say as I take his arms off of me. “I do love you with all my heart. I’ve been in love with you ever since we were kids. I will never stop loving you. I just avoided you because I didn’t want you to cry over me when I die. I wanted you not to love me. You didn’t deserve me. You deserved someone so much better than me. You deserved someone not dead. I’m dying, John. Don’t you understand? I’m dying soon, but you were wrong. I love you, moron.” Now, I’m crying. He made me cry again.

He hugs me again. I hug him back this time. I cry harder. This time he breaks free from the hug.

He says with a huge smile on his face, “Then we’ll make each moment last. Okay? We’ll make your remaining days here the most memorable ones. Okay?” His smiles always make everything light up and better. I nod. “How many months do you have left anyways?”

“Um, I only have two days left, John. Not including this day,” I answer. His facial expression drops. His face is now blank.

He smiles and says, “Well, then, let’s make those two days the best damn days ever.”

I smile back at him. He holds out his hand for me. I gladly take it, and then we go inside the school.

As we got to the school gym (that’s where the dance is being held), people’s eyes suddenly landed on us. We’re the stars of the prom. Everybody’s looking at us (even Alyssa Stone). They’re probably amazed by how handsome Cameron is. (I mean I’m still amazed by how hot he is. He looks so damn hot with his tuxedo on. He looks perfect. I swear to God this boy is sent by angels.)

So, anyways, he just keeps pulling me until we reach the dance floor. He stops in the middle of the dance floor. Yup, now we’re right in front of everybody. We’re in the middle of the dance floor. “John, wait, I have to tell you something,” I say. I gesture him to come closer to me. He does. I whisper, “I don’t know how to dance.”

He chuckles lightly. He says, “Don’t worry. I’ll teach you, okay?” I nod. “It’s easy. Just trust me, okay?” I nod again. “Just rest your hands on my shoulders and I’ll have to put my hands right here, okay?” I take a deep breath and let it all out. I nod at him. He wraps his hand around my waist as I put my hands on his shoulders.

“John, what if I”

He cuts me off by putting a hand over my mouth and saying, “Shhhh, just trust me, okay?”

He takes his hand off of my mouth to let me answer. I say with a smile, “Okay.”

“Okay, so, it’s like this,” he says as he starts, swaying, moving his feet front and back, and left and right. I successfully follow the simple dance steps. Because of it, he says, “There. See? We’re dancing.”

To my amazement, I say, “Oh, my gosh. We are.” I sweetly smile at him as he smiles right back at me. “Thank you so much, Cameron.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll do anything just to make you keep that smile in your face.” This response actually made me smile a lot more, and also made me realize that he’ll always be too sweet and good to be true, but he is true and dancing with me tonight.

“I love you,” I say as I hug him and we still move in sync.

He hugs me back and says, “I love you, too. So much.”

What a happy night. I think I’m the happiest girl alive (even though I’m almost dead).

Oh! Right, my list. Two things done in one night. Now, I know that I’m the happiest girl alive.

1.     Break a heart. (done)

2.     Cry. (done)

3.     Go on a picnic. (done)

4.     Go to prom. (done)

5.     Get a first dance. (done)

6.     Kiss a guy.

7.     Fall in love. (done)

That leaves to only one thing left. Kiss a guy.