At 30

Day 7: Scared To Be Broken

Chapter Seven

After I got home last night, I turned on my television. An advertisement for a music festival and the tickets are on sale now was shown. And I bought two tickets. Today, I'm going to party hard at a music festival.

I have never been to a music festival. What do I wear? Is this anything like Coachella? Should I dress like Kendall Jenner?

"Hey bro bro, I'll meet you there at 5pm. What are you wearing?"

-Eve, 3:17pm, seen

"T-shirt and jeans, and don't call me bro bro."

-Jonathan, 3:17pm, seen

"Okay, bro bro."

-Eve, 3:18pm, seen

"Nope."

-Jonathan, 3:18pm, seen

I quickly get dressed. A cute tie-up shirt with frills and some denim shorts. Match with pink sunglasses, a few chokers and some boots. This scream 'Coachella' loud enough right?

It was 5:20pm and Jonathan has yet to arrive. He's late. Typical Jonathan. The scene was way louder and wilder than I expected. After a few more moments, he finally arrived.

"Sorry! Traffic."

"Damn, it's loud."

"Don't get lost in the crowd."

Jonathan got 2 pints of beer and hands one over to me. I can usually hold my liquor pretty well. Especially beer. Is it weird that I feel nauseous this soon? Am I drunk already? My head is spinning. Not sure if it's because of the music or my cancer.

"Hey, Earth to Eve!"

"Huh... what?"

"You okay?"

"Yeah... I think."

I quickly rebalance myself. This is not how I am going to tell my brother I have cancer and am about to die. I was set on partying hard tonight and party hard I will. We spend the rest of the night having a blast. Head banging, raving, screaming and lots of beer.

"Thanks for coming with me tonight."

"You paid for my ticket, so why not."

"Ha ha ha."

"You know you can tell me anything right? You have been a little weird lately. You look pale just now too."

"Just a little tired these days."

"Okay then. If you say so."

Jonathan left the cab when it reaches his apartment and waved goodbye. As the cab ride continues to my house, I closed my eyes. My family is suspecting something. I'm not surprised. I look more and more like a zombie as the number of days that I can live decrease. I'm not scared of what's going to happen to me. I'm terrified that my family is going to be broken when I die.

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