When I Let Go

Chapter nine

"When can I see Jackson?" I asked.

"You can. We want to bring you now. The nurse is getting the wheel chair." My mom aswered.

"Why? I can walk!" I told her.

"No, Hun, glass went into your leg and you have to have crutches. But we are wheeling you there." My mother said in a soothing voice.

The nurse came in with the wheel chair. Helped me in. My mom pushed me. My dad walked behind slowly. We came to his room knocked and went in.

"Jackson?" I asked. My mom pushed me in the room next to his bed.

"Hey Luke" he announced in a painful voice, but still forced a smile.

"I'm-I. Jackson..." I said a felt a tear coming.

"Luke, I'm gonna be ok." He told me in a still painful voice.

"I'm sorry Jackson. I didn't do anything." I told him.

"Can we have a minute.?" He asked our parents who stood there crying. Wiping tears. They nodded walking out.

"Jackson I just wanted to get ice cream and bond, not get put into a hospital." I told him.

"Luke... They found out I have cancer. And it's too late. I'm dying. Theres nothing anyone else can do about. I'm fine after the accident. I just have no feeling in my left leg. But I'm dying Luke. And I wanted to tell you I love you Luke. And it's not you're fault." He told me. Then his eyes went shut.

"JACKSON???" I asked shaking him.

"SOMEONE HELP HIM!!!!!" I screamed.

"Jackson if you can hear me. I love you too buddy. There's everything in the world I would trade to keep you from leave me. I love you Jackson." I told him crying.

With that he grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze. I knew he had heard me. I knew that meant he was letting go.

Jackson-

I stood there. Staring at my brother. I was yelling "Luke I'm over here.." But he wasn't listening to me. I went over to him and gave him a hug. He just shivered. I starting crying. Why won't he hug me? Then my parents came in the room crying. I yelled "Mom and Dad?"trying to hug them they walked through me and shivered. I looked at the bed... Why are their too of me? That's went reality hit me in the face with a brick. I was dead. Cancer had killed me. Why am I not in heaven? I followed my parents and brother who was crying. When I walked past nurses and people in the hall they all shivered. Am I a ghost? No... I cant be. That's not fair.

Mom-

"NOOOOOOO!" I screamed. Crying.

"Dear he's in a-" He husband said trying to comfort me.

"IT'S NOT OK. HES MY BABY AND HES GONE." I scream cried.

"Dear." He said in a soothing voice.

I just hugged him crying. This can't be true. PINCH ME I'M DREAMING? He's really gone. The pain isn't going away.

Dad-

I honest felt sick. I almost threw up. My youngest son. Gone? How'd this happen? When did he get cancer? And he's gone. No by grandma and grandpas for a week. Gone and never coming back. I think I did throw up in my mouth. My stomach flipped like a pancake. It was just heartbreaking watching my wife. She can't sleep at night... And I can't I wake up when she screams and just try comftering her. She is going to go to a theripist. And hopefully get something to help her sleep.

I woke up the next day walking into the master bathroom. I looked in the mirror at my bags. I'm not that old. But in this mirror I look ninty. And it's not a good sight on a thirthy-seven year old dad. I washed my face before quietly going downstairs to make my wife "breakfast in bed" as a suprise. Maybe she might eat something. Did I mention my ten pound weight loss? Well whose going to eat after you're child dies.

I maked some eggs, baccon, buttered toast, and I got a glass of milk. I went upstairs with food on the tray. Thank god she was up. Staring at a picture at our son Jackson on his first day of pre-school.

"Good morning dear." I said. "I made you breakfast"

I walked over to her. Gave her the food.

"Thank you." She repiled.

"Want coffee?" I asked.

"Yes please." She annouced.

I nodded leaving the room to get her coffee. I made it fresh and brought it back up to her. Glad to see she ate the eggs. Working on the baccon. She smiled as I put it on the nightstand.

Luke-

My parents kinda been in their rooms. Me in mine. Leaving when I was thirsty or hungry. Or If I had too go. My mom and dad, me too lost a lot of weight. Jackson was something... Very special.

"Good morning" I waved into their room before going downstairs. Glad to see mum eatting again.

I got out a bowl and some cereal, Pouring the cereal into the bowl, I went to the refriegerator got the milk and poured it then put it back.

I mozied my way back to my room with my cereal. I sat on my desk chair and put the bowl on the desk taking a bite every so often. I was watching tv.

Later I went into Jacksons room... Not doing it on purpose but something in my mind was telling me to go in there.