Scars from the Impossible

- Chapter 32 -

"You know, I haven't been feeling well recently," Jerry complained.

"Why not?"

"I don't know. I've been throwing up, and I've lost my appetite for a lot of foods."

"Hm," I said. "Have you looked up your symptoms on the Internet?" I figured he might have a bad case of the flu.

"Not really. Maybe I should pay my doctor a visit."

"Sure, I'll come with you."

I never thought that in one hour, my world would come spiraling down.

I wanted to punch Jerry's doctor.

Well, of course, he was just telling the truth and doing his job.

But still...

Jerry had cancer. And it was stage four. And he only had about three months, or even less, to live.

I didn't want to believe it.

How?

I threw myself onto the bed and cried. I hadn't cried since the day my mom died. But I couldn't help it.

My best friend, my only friend.

One more person I would lose.

The thing was, Jerry didn't know the truth. He thought he was just sick. He didn't know he only had less than three months left.

He thought he was fine.

I felt sick to the stomach. I couldn't stop crying.

Why did life hate me so much?!

Mom told me I was a winner. But I keep losing. And it's tearing everything away.