Play With Me

Day 7

Kenji: Marceline please answer me

Kenji: I swear it wasn't me

Kenji: Can you answer me already

Kenji: If you answer me I'll tell you who your stalker is

Kenji: Let me help you

Kenji: We're friends remember

He doesn't give us does he? I hope Kenji gives up before I do. It has been hard ignoring him, considering he's always on campus and sometimes in the morning at Starbucks. I shook the thoughts of him out of my head and got up.

Today Amara and I see our dad.

I'm nervous about how I'll react. Even though I've accepted that he's going to die very soon it doesn't mean that I will be okay when I see him in a hospital bed. I have to be strong for Amara because she looks up to me. She tends to be more emotional unlike me who bottles them up.

"I'm ready, Marceline." Amara said.

I gave her a sad smile and put on my shoes. Today is going to be hard for the both of us. We got in my car and drove to the hospital. I barely use it because everything is in walking distance where we live. I only use my car for long drives or for when I'm too lazy to walk.

"I'm scared." Amara said.

"I know, me too." I nodded slowly.

"Did you call mom?" She asked.

"Yes, she said that when she gets here she'll help us out." I answered. Amara nodded.

I looked calm and collected on the outside, but on the inside I was a nervous wreck. We were now in the parking lot of the hospital. We went inside to the front desk. The nice man greeted us.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

"We're here to visit Trevor Lyte." I said.

"He's in room 142 on the third floor." He said.

"Okay thank you."

Amara and I went in the elevator. The tension was so thick. When we stood outside my dad's room door I took a deep breath. I turned to Amara.

"Are you ready?" I asked her. She nodded. I held her and and we went inside.

There was a nurse in there checking on him. Seeing him laying there motionless with tubes coming out of him made my heart break. I bit my lip to hold back my tears. I looked at Amara to see here tearing up.

The nurse greeted us and went over to us. She was a pretty red head with green eyes and red lipstick.

"You must be his daughters he talks about." She said sweetly. Amara and I nodded. "He's awake, so you can talk to him. I'm afraid he's only got a few days left."

"We know." I said.

She gave us a concerned look and left the room. Amara and I stood next to him on both sides of the bed. His eyes showed happiness when he saw us. I placed my hand over his.

"Hi Dad." Amara and I said in unison.

"Hi girls." His voice was so weak that it was barely above a whisper.

"How have you been feeling?" I asked unsure. He gave me a sad smile.

"I think you know the answer to that."

"Dad," Amara called, "I don't want you to leave us." She tried to wipe her tears before he could see it. Dad held her hand for comfort.

"I know you two don't want me to go, but there's nothing we can do." He said sadly. I began to tear up as well.