My World

Logan 3

I was glad Jams got to meet her father. Everyday it was getting hard for her to watch me die. Not so hard for me though. It actually became easier and harder at the same time. Easier because I am getting ready to let go. Harder because I am weaker. No one understands why I wish it was all over, especially Jams.

"Logan?" Jams sounds puzzled.

"What's up?"

"What are these?" Jams brings out ripped pieces of paper out of the bathroom trash can. I knew exactly what they were. Her eyes started to water.

"Awe Jams those weren't meant for you to read." She had found some letters I wrote for after I died.

"But I did." I walk over to her and take the crumbled paper.

"Jams I was gonna write you a letter. I just wasn't in the mood for finishing it so I threw it away." I actually lied. I was really gonna let her find the letter stashed in our scrapbook but I thought the letter was dumb.

"Logan, this is all becoming so real." Jams lays her head on my shoulder.

"My world." Is all I said to her and then she hugged me for a straight 5 minutes.

Jams left the room to retreat back to the guest room.

I woke up to the sound of Jackson screaming. I burst through his bedroom door.

"What's wrong!?" 

"I GOT IT LOGAN! I DID IT!" Jackson hugged me.

"Got what?"

"The modeling gig in Paris!" It was his dream to model in Paris.

"How will you afford a place in Paris?" I was confused because we didn't have much money. Only for the rent on the penthouse and food.

"Well um. When mom isn't paying for doctor visits anymore we may be able to afford it." He looked at me in a weird way.

"So you mean when I die?" I was kind of taken back.

"No Logan, I didn't mean it like that." 

"Of course you meant it like that. You're just gonna wait till I die and then go on with your life, because i'm the only thing holding you back." I storm out of his room and into the guest room. I guess Jams knew I was upset because she ran up to me.

"Hey loges is everything okay?" She touched my arm and comforted me.

"Everything is except my brother is a huge jerk." We sat on the bed and I laid my head in Jams' lap. She moved my little bit of hair out of my eyes.

"I can't wait till it's over." I mumbled just enough that Jams heard it.

"Um no." She forces my head out of her lap. Her eyes were welling up and she gave me a scolding look then she took my hand.

"You're not gonna die on me Logan. You won't die on me right?" Poor Jams, I really shouldn't have said that.

"Oh Jams."