A Cancer Story

Chapter 6

The weeks slipped by in a blur and before you knew it, it was the day before your brain surgery.  You were super nervous because they were going to go into your head.  That was not a place that they should be allowed to go.  But without it you knew you’d only get worse and eventually you would die because of a mass that wasn’t supposed to exist in your brain.  Maybe the idea of something existing inside of you, cancer, was all just inside your head.  But the fading scar on your chest told you otherwise.  You still hadn’t told Logan about the cancer but you just couldn’t bring yourself to even bring up the subject to him.  Just looking into his sad eyes after hearing the news just broke your heart and you didn’t want him to deal with such pain as that.  You began to feel very upset and nervous about this all and before you knew what you were doing, your fingers were texting logan asking if you could come over.  He replied with a yes and you soon were out to your car and headed to his house.  

You couldn’t even get a mile down the road before breaking down and crying.  You sobbed uncontrollably but were still able to somehow manage to drive.  Once reaching his house you dried your eyes so you wouldn’t receive unneeded questioning from his parents.  You walked up to his door and rang the doorbell and put on your best smile.  Once in you headed straight to his room where you knew he’d be playing his video games.  He was obsessed with beating his newest video game.  He was like addicted to them like some girls were addicted to their phones.  As soon as you entered the room he paused his game to say hello.  Before he could say anymore you began to cry again.  Just seeing him and how he didn’t how he was so oblivious to what was going on with you,  broke you to pieces and you just lost it.  In an instant he was up from his game and had wrapped his arms around you.

“shh,” he said, “it’s alright, i’m here, it’s okay.”  He held you until you stopped crying.  Without asking what was wrong, he asked you if you wanted to watch your favorite movie and order in some takeout.  You willingly agreed, anything to get your mind off of it and to keep him from asking what was wrong.  Because the last thing you wanted to do was spill it all to him right then and there.