Remember Me

Deciding Vibes

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Samantha's POV.

A year.

365 days.

8730 hours.

That's what I had.

My last year on this Earth would also be my senior year. What are the odds. This is just so chaotic... and for once in my life, I am overwhelmed by the chaos.

When I'm on my meds, I can go to school. But during chemo, it would be my choice, based on how I feel.

 I can have spontaneous headaches, chest pains, and coughing fits. They had given me meds that would be helpful for the 'episodes' I might have. Makes me sound like a mentally sick person.

It's like life has become one long line. And for everyone parts of this line are colorful and bright while for others they may be grey and dull. Now with all this tumor in my body, it's like the line is cut short. It's like the wildest, craziest future I was gonna make, is all of sudden irrelevant.

"Sam, come down, it's late!" That would be Sommers.

I was currently on the tree in our garden that Sommers and I had named "Maple", even though it was not a maple tree.

I had been discharged by the hospital after miles of paperwork. I was supposed to take my meds without fail, and so my parents put Sommers in charge of reminding me to take those pills.

The branch I was sitting on creaked, that alerted me,

"what the-" I started as Sommers swung up and sat next to me with a wide grin.

"You scared me, you idiot!" I said, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, roll your eyes, might find a brain back in there" he replied as he dusted his Jeans.

"Har, har. Did your jokes fall ill? They're lame." And now it was his turn to roll his eyes.

We sat into a comfortable silence, looking at the dying sun. It was beautiful. But it was turning colder, and I knew I had to get down.

"Senior year starts day after tomorrow. You might wanna take it slow on pranking the freshies" he said.

That irritated me. He was treating me like glass and I did not like it.

"Why? Because I got a tumor cooking up in me?" I snapped. He flinched at what I said.

"Relax, tiger, we're on a tree, don't want me falling off." He said.

I knew I was being sore on the subject, but hey, it was something to be sore about. He sighed, and continued,

"You're my twin, Sam, basically my other half. God, I wish I could do something about this shit. I wish all this wasn't so fucked up."

So do I, buddy. I leaned into him and we both sighed heavily.

I wanted to forget. I wish I wasn't told I have cancer. Atleast I could be free then. But I still had a chance. No one at school knew. I could still enjoy the last bit of juice life Has to offer.

    Atleast I knew I had time, atleast I could live life in that time. Atleast I could stop just give everything one last push and fall asleep content. Ugh, you know what,

"Fuck this. " I said. Sommers looked at me. He probably thought I was crazy or something.

"You know what Sommers, yes I'm going to die in a year, but so what, huh, people die all the time." He looked at me, brow furrowed, but I continued to look ahead at the setting sun.