The Cancer Girl

Chapter 6

Two weeks of Spencer's coma has passed. I guess that's why I couldn't get up. I made sure I was there every day, supporting him and telling him how much I needed him. His aunt and uncle were a mess, they needed him. I was a mess, I needed him.

His coma wasn't random at all, that might have been the worst part, he had a brain tumor, and I just told him the exact opposite of how I felt. The world hates me.

I started to get up, and go to Spencer's room. Just like I do everyday, I sit, I talk to him, and I never leave until I'm forced out. I made my way over to his room, and grabbed a seat next to him. Memory's good and bad, the all flood into me.

"Hey remember that time I told you that I loved you and you said you were gonna wake up?" I direct my question to him but of course he doesn't. He wouldn't and couldn't remember that.

I continue to tell him all about his life and mine, until the sun ran down. I painted pictures for him, so when he woke up, he would know. Every day was torture, waiting and wait for him to recover and wake up. I just wanted this to end, for him and me. I just sat and hoped.

Everyday I did this. Today wasn't any different well at least it wasn't any different until I saw her red hair out of the corner of my eye. Rachel Pertin.

"Spencer?!" She came screaming in.

"Get out! you are not welcomed here!" I was getting in her face. She knew very well that she wasn't welcomed but she always came back

"I'm his girlfriend!" That was the biggest lie I had ever heard. She only came around when Spencer was inches from death. This wasn't the first time she has come in and taken spencer in and than ran away as soon as he was in recovery.

"Get your whore ass out of here!" She was a whore, she was one of the beach babes Spencer got back in Cali. But she wasn't welcomed any more, she was barely welcomed the frist few times. We all knew Spencer wasn't a virgin but she was that reminder that kept poking in your size to tell you again and again.

"No!" She said in the most annoying voice ever. Than sat her plastic butt down in a chair.

"Umm, that's the doctors chair." It was a lie but also the only other chair in the room so this forced her to stand until I left, which was gonna be never.

A few minute passed with her and her tweeting about how she was a saint for being with her love in his time of need. Everyone knew she was fake but the sympathized so maybe they could sleep with her.

She was fake.

The rest of the day was filled with looks and glares from miss. Perfect other wise know as Rachel Pertin, but I knew the truth. Spencer and her were one night stand material. They would never have what we have. Will they? She was tall and skinny and not dying but Spencer said he wanted me. Was it true? Of course it was, he would never joke about that stuff and as soon as he woke up he would tell her too.

That's what I thought at least, but another week had passed and nothing. It was like he wasn't trying to come back to me. He only had another week before he was declared brain dead and I don't think I can take another week of Rachel asking why the hospital doesn't serve better food and why all the nurses weren't wearing designer dresses. It was almost worse than cancer itself and at this point I feel really bad if Spencer can hear her.

The day was slowly approaching and I could barely stand to watch him die. I practically didn't stop cry, Rachel didn't cry at all but I haven't seen any emotions from her plastic face. Everyday was the same, sit and stare at him. I don't even care if he liked me anymore, or loved me, I just need him back. Rose, Mike, Louis, Mark and Tyler visited everyday. Rose would come in and talk with me the most.

"Abigail? What are you thinking?" I think Rose knew the answer but I looked up at her and answered it.

"I'm thinking that I told him the opposite of how I felt and than he goes and try's to die. It's almost like he gave up and soon as I said those things." I was crying but Rose didn't care, we needed to talk.

"You know that you have turn him down before and he has never went and tried to die. He has never given up on you and he probably never will." Maybe she was right but I hurt him so bad this time I don't even think it will be possible.

I nodded my head so she knew she was right, just like she always was. Just like all of my friends were but it was hard to believe them from where I was sitting. But they were they for me and that was all Spencer and me needed.

Sometimes I needed alone time with Spencer and I they knew I needed to be alone so they would get Rachel away from me and Spencer. I guess that's what friends are for.

This time they did get her away and I wasn't going to waste time so I sat down and grabbed his hand. I sat there for a few seconds planning every word in case he could he me.

I figured out every word and said them "Spencer, this is your last day, 24 hours and your gone from my life. Please come back to me, I love you, and I need you. We all need you. I need your smile and your way to make dying fun. I need you to come back because with out you I will die, I won't be able to push for life. There will be no reason to, please spencer, come back to me." I put my head down on his chest and let the tears pur onto his stomach. I pressed my eyes together, hoping if I wish hard enough he would come back. Maybe he would if I hoped. I lifted my head up and took a big look at him, with his breathing tube running out of his throut. I took in his every datail so I wouldnt' forget anything. Than I whispered really quiet for only us to here "Please."

I looked around the room, letting this be the last time I see him. Letting this be the last time I ever walk into this room. I started to walk out of the room, slowly, just to make sure I caught every detail. I stood in the door way and looked back at him just for a moment. Just to take that last look because I could be around for the last day.

That moment lasted long in my head and than I saw something out of the corner of my eye as I twisted to leave the room but than I just figured it was my imagination because his eyes couldn't of just have fluttered. They wouldn't have because he's dying and I will miss him forever. So I turn to keep walking, than I heard choking and knew it wasn't my imagination anymore.