Three Years A Nick Jonas Story (Book One)

Chapter 8

Nick's POV

I had a dream that night that seemed almost to real.

I woke up to find myself back in the hospital. Only this time I was looking at myself. Joe and Shay were sitting in the chairs with arms wrapped around each other.

"Why won't he wake up? It's been too long." Was what I heard Shay say to Joe.

"I don't know, I hope he does soon." After Joe said that I saw my helpless body start to go into shock. They both jumped out of their seats and ran to it. Joe started shouting and all these doctors rushed in grabbing ahold of it. I jumped on it myself as if to either help them or wake myself up. Shay and Joe stayed in the corner hugged up against each other. I continued to jump on my limp body, but nothing happened. Just as I was about to try once more the monitor went off. Just like that I was dead. I watched all the bodies walk away from me. I turned to see my brother screaming.

"NOOOO! Nick!" He flung himself onto my body and crashed down in tears. Shay followed close be hide doing the same. I wanted to tell them that I'm here. That I'm alive but everything I yelled at them they couldn't hear. I climbed off myself backing away and shaking my head. This can't be happening. I can't be dead. I just can't be. The doctors all placed their heads down. One stepped up and spoke.

"I'm so sorry for your lost. We believe he has lost the fight on this one." He motioned his hands to turn everything off. I was just about to stop him, but what good would've that done? Joe rushed up and ran towards him defending my body.

"No, you can't! He'll come back! He has to come back!" He cried out.

"I'm sorry Mr. Jonas, their's nothing we can do."

"15 minutes, give him 15 minutes. I know my brother, he's a fighter. This will not be his last night on earth!" The doctor got quite for a minute. He looked back at his co workers and they all nodded their heads.

"Alright we'll give him 15. Don't get your hopes up to high" Was the last thing he said before exiting. Joe felled onto his knees and sobbed. Shay kneeled down to him while she wiped her owns tears away.

"I think this might be a good time to say our good byes. I'll let you go first" He got up and she grabbed him a chair. After he sat down he grabbed my hands.

"This is probably one of the hardest things I'll ever have to do. But if you're really up there now, I would want you to hear this. By the time you could talk all you ever did was sing. You sang everything you said. We all knew you had something special and boy did you prove us right. I remember once everything started happening when you were 13, something wasn't right. I insisted that our parents take you to get checked out. Once they said what you had I couldn't help but pass out. I didn't want you to die. You were so young and had great things to accomplish together and by yourself. When they told you that it's something you can live with. I knew you would take it up as a chance to help others. So many people look up to you. I look up to you. Without you, I don't know where I'll be. You made me who I am. I look up to your strength. I tell everyone you're the strongest person I know. Please help me prove them right, because it's true. You're my baby brother and I love you." He then buried his face in the palm of my hand. With tears streaming down my face I got down on my knees and yelled.

"Can't you see this God? You can't take me away from them! You're going to kill my brother!" I nodded my head down and placed my hands in prayer continuing. "Please, I beg you let me stay." After that I saw a flash of white light. As I squinted my eyes to take a closer look. I noticed a figure starting to appear. As the white light surrounded me. I felt at peace. I felt happiness. I felt loved and safe. The figure walked towards me and I realized it was my Grandpa. He took me in his arms and held me close.
"Nicholas, you're not suppose to be up here. You have your whole life ahead of you." His voice was gentle and beautiful like a violin.

"But I want to stay here. I feel so happy and at peace," I begged. He softly smiled and took my hands.

"You will one day my boy." He disappeared then
everything went dark.

I woke up sweating like crazy. Looking on the other couch I saw Shay fast asleep. It was only a dream? No, it was to real to be a dream. I could feel the pain in my throat as if I've been screaming. I coughed waking her up.

"Nick? Is everything okay?" She asked me sitting up.

"Yeah, just a bad dream. Um, the night I died. Were you wearing black jeans with a red blouse and red laced boots?" Moments of silenced flew by until she got up and moved to my couch. As she sat down I sat up next to her.

"How do you know that?"

"What you were wearing?"

"Well yes, but how did you know you had died? I never told anyone."