Stage Four

3.

   Right after the doctors appointment I went home, to the apartment that me and my best friends Brenda, and Junior shared.

   Brenda is really my ride or die. I met her in college, she was a senior while I was a freshman. She showed me the ropes around campus, who to avoid, who to become friends with etc... Junior on the other hand is my bestfriend from highschool. I've know him since sophomore year, we met in health class when he sat in with the girls because he refused to be with the  guys, he said they were insensitive and immature. Junior was one of those popular gay guys that everyone loved and adored so none of the girls really cared wither he sat in or not.

   I waltzed in the door, trying to collect my thoughts togethers, and figure out a way to tell them about my recent discovery. I walked into the living room and sat my bag down on the couch, when a sudden smell of Brendas double chocolate chip cookies hit my nose from the kitchen.

   I traveled into the kitchen and saw both Brenda and Junior singing Man In The Mirror by Michael Jackson,  with spoons as microphones.

   "LYFE!" junior squealed.  "Come join us" he said while twerking to the song. And thats when it hit me.

   I'm gonna miss this. I gonna miss my friends. Im gonna miss everything. Im gonna die...

  I just broke down. Tears coming out of my eyes like waterfalls. I fell to my knees gasping for air.

  Brenda and Junior ran twoards me in an instant.

  "Awww baby, was my singing really that bad?" junior questioned with a little smirk on his face. I had to smile at his little joke.

   "No dummy, I went to the doctor today." I said slowly. Brenda just looked at me. I guess she knew what was coming next, I told her about that gut feeling after she told me about her aunt.

   "No" she whispered. She looked down at me with sympathetic eyes.

   "No" she repeated letting a single tear roll down her cheek.

   "Wait what?" Junior said lost. I guess he wasn't getting the hint.  I hope that he would catch on soon, because I really didnt want to say it out loud. I didn't want to say I had breast cancer, because I didn't want to be believe it.

    "How far along? how bad is it? Are they giving you chemo? When are you starting chemo?" Brenda kept bombarding me with questions.

    "Stage four" I whimpered. Not wanting to look at her. "There not giving me chemo. They want me to enjoy the time I had left."

   "Which is how long exactly?" she said looking anywhere but at me. I just kept averting my eyes between her and a very lost Junior.

   "DAMMIT LYFE HOW FUCKING LONG?" She yelled at me.

   "4 months. 5 the max" I said. More tears came running down my face.

   "Whats going on I'm lost" Junior said looking irritated.

   "SHE HAS STAGE FOUR BREAST CANCER, JUNIOR!"  Brenda yelled at him. Finally absorbing what she had said,  Junior just looked at me. Shit he was burning holes through me. He was looking at me as if any minute I would be gone. Which is kinda true. Four months would go by In a snap of a finger.

Later that night:

  After the event in the kitchen.  I got up off the floor. Went into my room and stayed there. I didnt even get any of the cookies.

   I was now laying in my pajamas watching the Price is Right when my door opened and two figures stood in my door frame.

   "Im sorry about all the yelling I did earlier" Brenda apologized. I gave her a little head nod signalling that I forgave her.

   In a matter of seconds Junior and Brenda hopped in my bed, on both sides of me and snuggled up under the Comforter, and whispered how everything was gonna be alright... But I knew that it wasn't.