Cancer Kills

Cancer Kills

A Story by Death Stalker

I lay in bed, waiting for the doctor to determinate my fate. The pamphlet I threw on the floor in a recent rage lie there cowering and whimpering under the chair. The door creaks open reveling my doctor dressed in white with a notepad. A sad look at his face tells me all. "How long?" I asked.

"Well..." He sighs, "Judging by the counts inside your bones, I'll estimate no more than 2 weeks. I'm sorry for this." He smiled sadly and walks away, leaving me to take it in. Tear, screaming for help, crawls down my cheek and into the cold floor where it stretch out like the cat on carpet. I stand up and walk out of the hospital to home.

"How was the movie?" My mother makes no attempt to rise from the couch.

"It's alright, the end made me cry a little." Shock sneaks out on how easy the lie slips out. No one will know. "I'm going to bed, school's tomorrow."

I crawled in bed, and weep to sleep.

Bags hold my eyes hostage as I walk to school. I did not sleep good at night, kept waking up and crying myself to sleep.

"Hey!" My girl come to me and smiled. Her beautiful black hair glimmers under the sun's light.

I resisted the urge to hug her and cry, "Hi Samantha Brown, how was your day yesterday?" I tried not to let any signs of sadness slips out.

"Long and boring, I can't believe you can be a jerk sometimes! Why didn't you take me to the movie yesterday?" She's being distracted by anger.

"It's not your kind of movie, wild western usually aren't. So I guess you didn't want to watch it."

"Well still! Jerk!" She growls, then hug me. "But I still love you."

That's when the tears start spewing out. "I gotta go to class." I look away to hide the tears. I walk away wiping the tears off. Guilt overwhelms me for lying to her and walking away from her too fast.

After school, my girl usually have track practice so she couldn't walk with me to her home. I like this, so I can peacefully walk around the New York City. After some minutes, I start to weep, how on Earth can the world go on without hesitating for me, just a little bit?

I arrives home, eat dinner, then go to bed and cry myself to sleep. When I woke up, I decided enough is enough, no more moping, no more lying. No more. I grabbed my backpack, hid the 2 guns my father usually keep in his bedroom in my backpack and walk out of the house.

I went into the Empire State Building and went up nearly on the top floor. I walked to the window with a whole bunch of other tourist. I grabbed the 2 guns out of my backpack. "EVERYONE GET DOWN!" I screamed, they see the gun and obey without any hesitation. I walk toward the window. I point a gun at the window and shoot. The glass shattered out, leaving a gaping hole enough for an large animal to go through. The security makes no hesitation to surround me.

"I only got one thing to say, then you guys can continue with your life." I smiled sadly and look straight at the security camera on the corner. "I, Jesus Gatsby, will not, I repeat, WILL NOT, die of cancer." With that I step back through the hole and let gravity take over. The hole instantly flys up.

Then the world start to slow down, all of the emotion hits me like a bullet. My girl will miss me, so will my family, so will everyone. Unless like other suicides, I don't instantly regret stepping off the edge. I closed my eyes and accept my fate. Pain engulfs me then resides almost instantly, but I do not stop falling.

I opened my eyes, it's still pitch black, but the air still whips around me as if I'm falling. A lot of whispering around me. They sound almost sound like magic spells. Then I start to forget everything, but luckily for me, the spell didn't finish as the light at the bottom emerges, I stopped falling, the whisperers stop whispering.

I then hear screaming, and another person saying "push!" The pressure behind me pushes me toward the light. I felt a big hand wraps around me and pull me gently. I'm instantly being blinded by the light. When my eyes get used to the light, I saw my mother and father. "Congratulation Samantha Brown, it's a boy!" The doctor, same one that told me about my cancer, smiles to Samantha. I instantly start to cry because I have no idea what is going on. I still know everything.

© 2012 Death Stalker


Author's Note

Death Stalker
Random random random, well actually not THAT random, it was inspired by Ghost Whisperers series, where a man killed himself, then I thought of a cancer and decided to combine the 2 into a story. What do you think?

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