Don't go

Chapter 11

Leslie's POV

I know I'm weak

I know i can barely keep my eyes open

But i also know Im not stupid

Lets face it, I'm dying

Its pretty obvious since...

Alex has been skipping practice for me saying that there's no practice for a few weeks. Even though i know that theres a big game in a few days from now

Ashley has skipped school for two days now and its starting to worry me because of her education.

And mom hasn't gone to work.

And obviously I'm starting to feel the weakness in me.

Right now, im starting to draw the picture i took four days ago. It's starting to come along great if i do say so myself, All I'm doing now is drawing the sky. With the mixture of orange and light blue with a bit of darkness in it.

That was when there was a knock on the door and i quickly put my stuff away under my pillow. Mom appeared in my room and she walked up to me sitting beside me on the bed. We both looked at each other in the eye. Just me, staring in those deep brown eyes...

Suddenly, a sob escaped from her mouth and i was so shocked. She put her arms around me and hugged me as tightly as she could. I hugged her back and stroked her hair while she was still crying.

"What happened mommy?" i asked silently. This caused her to let go of me and now were looking at each other again. This was getting a bit weird, but if i'm with my mom, anything is acceptable.

Later that day, Ashley came by for a few minutes and we were talking about memories and my favorite books. She had to go away because she had to catch up on homework she had to do because of her not going to school. 

And at night, Alex came with a tray full of food. 

Good, i needed someone to talk to and food to eat.

He grabbed a chair and placed it besides me on the bed. 

"So what's new?" i asked him

He shrugged and said "Nothing much actually. The only thing exciting now is Homework"

"Oh"

"What about you?" he asked giving me a cookie from the tray "What are you doing?"

I ate a bite of my choclate chip cookie and twisted around, grabbing the drawing i've been working on. I handed it to him and he took a look at it. Then he looked at me and smiled. 

"This is really cool," he says "how did you get the idea of drawing this?"

"I just looked outside, took a picture of it, then drew it" i said 

He looked confused and stood up. He walked over by the window and looked outside, then at the paper on his hand. He turned to look at me "where did you take the picture. Because outside, its a diffrent point of view"

This is when i hesitated to give an answer. But then again, he's my best friend. This is Alex were talking about

"I took it on the roof" I say slowly to him

His eyes widened and immideatly walked up to me. "Your telling me," he says seriosly "you went up the roof. Took a picture there. Knowing that you are sick and you could of possibly of have gotten hurt"

"Yeaaahhhhh..." i say trailing off

"Leslie," he says camly "You know you would of gotten seriously hurt, don't do that ever again. Please..."  

Now I'm glad i didn't tell him that i fell from the ladder. I nodded my head at him, he relaxed and sat down beside me, Giving me a grin

You see, these are the things I love about him. He is funny, sweet, kind, protective, and understanding. I just love him