warning: mention of suicide, depression, self-harming thoughts
please do not read if you are sensitive to this.
"YOU HAVE STAGE FOUR PANCREATIC CANCER."
Six words that had changed his life.
"IT'S SPREAD TO OTHER ORGANS."
Five words that made it worse.
"I'M VERY SORRY, MAVEN."
Four words he ignored.
"I'M SORRY, SON."
Three words that irritated him.
"I'M SORRY."
Two words he came to hate.
"MAVEN?"
One word that sent him running out of the hospital, sprinting as fast as he could through the halls. He dodged patients and nurses, still running faster than he ever had before. And then he could see the light of the world outside, he could see the green of the trees and the glint of cars in the sun. He ran, into the outdoors and through the parking lot and down the road, sprinting even faster. His lungs screamed for breath and his side sent spiderwebs of pain throughout his body, but he still ran. If he was going to die, he wanted to die running.
Until he couldn't run anymore. Maven found himself on the side of the road, hunched over and vomiting onto the street. His side hurt, and his back hurt, and he couldn't stop throwing up. The world around him spun, upside down and sideways, the colours blurring like a kaleidoscope. He fell down, rolling down the ditch and into a bush of dying grass.
Dying, just like him. He laid there, staring at the gloomy sky above him and wishing that the cancer would just hurry up. If this was how he was going to feel, then he didn't want to feel at all.
His vision went dark around the edges. Above him, he saw the face of a god. Maven thought that maybe he was dying right now, an angel had come to grab him. Or perhaps it was the Devil, coming to drag him into Hell and watch him die.
The last thing he saw was that face, staring down at him with gold eyes filled with worry.
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MONDAY BLUES. emmett cullen
Fanfiction❛in which one boy is done with life and the other isn't.❜ Maven Sullivan didn't want this. He didn't want any of this, really, but that didn't matter. Because it was already done. He had already got what he didn't want: a chance at a longer life. A...
