1 Chapter 1

Kevin's POV

My eyelids fluttered open and almost immediately, I realized I wasn't home, squinting my eyes to see a little clearly, I noticed I was in a hospital room, I groaned and attempted to sit up and I instantly regretted it as a sharp pain shot through my head, I fell back to the annoying soft pillow, I quickly gripped my head and let out a loud groan.

It took a few moments before my head stopped pounding with a sigh, I looked around the room and noticed it was a room I was familiar with, it was a private hospital room in Belmonte Hospital, it looked nothing like a hospital room with its soft carpeting and Beige walls and full glass windows, it was beautiful and I hated it with a passion that words couldn't even begin to do justice.

The annoying beep from the heart monitor kept ringing in my already delicate head, I wished that I could hurl it all the way to the other side of the room and silence it for good but I didn't think Dr. Belmonte will appreciate that very much.

Just as I was thinking about the man, the doors to my room slid open, he walked in together with my mother following closely behind, I watched as they walked over to my bedside, I was not in the mood to deal with either of them so I shut my eyes and pretended to be fast asleep.

I heard their voices as they spoke, mum was the first to speak "Be honest with me Dr. Belmonte, how long does he have left? I don't need you sugarcoating anything, just tell me the truth?" she said, her voice sounded tired and resigned, she sounded sad and broken, I felt something break inside me, I hated that she sounded like that, so weak and tired, it made me hate her but most of all, I hated myself.

I heard a heavy sigh from Dr. Belmonte, before he finally said "I am sorry to be the bearer of bad news but from our diagnostics, he only has about months left, I am very sorry Mrs. Meyers but he has received all the treatment available in modern medicine but his body seems to be rejecting all the drugs and treatments we have been giving and he keeps getting worse, the only advice I can give you now is to take him home and make feel loved because these are his last days to live, I am really sorry Mrs. Meyers"

It felt like they were talking about someone else and not me, it felt they weren't about how soon I will die and honestly I felt nothing, I already saw this coming, I knew I wasn't going to get better and hearing them say I only had a few months to live, I only felt empty, I couldn't bring myself to feel sad or any sort of pain, maybe it was because I had been in physical pain for the better part of my life that I didn't want to feel emotional pain as well.

I was 18 years old when I was first diagnosed with brain cancer and ever since, I have been in living in hell. That was 6 years ago, the pain sometimes got too much bear and I just wished I would close my eyes and it will all be over but alas, here I was.

I heard mother trying to stifle a cry, it was strange to hear her like that, she had always been so strong but here she was today, trying her hardest not to break down and in that moment, I hated myself, I hated that I was sick and I hated that I was leaving soon.

"I am sorry Mrs. Meyers, I really am but it's time to but it's time to let go now" I heard Dr. Belmonte say, his deep voice was thick with emotion.

There was a reason I liked this man, he was always so blunt and honest and I liked that, he wasn't like the first doctors I had met, they had tried to sugarcoat the situation and talk to me a child.

I remember the first day I had met him in his office, I had come with my mum, he was tall with a scholar's beard, he had dark that was always styled and gelled back, he had a face that looked nothing like the face of a doctor, he had steel grey eyes and a hard set jaw, his nose was long and well proportioned, he looked more of an actor than a doctor.

I had asked him the same question I had asked the others and if he had given the same answer the others had given, then I would have termed him a liar right there and then.

"Can you make me better?" I had asked him, my eyes boring into his eyes.

His answer was short was and concise "No, your answer can only be managed, you will not get better but I promise you I will make sure to make the entire process as painless as possible" he had to me and I had smiled in response to that.

My mind drifted back to the present, my mum was crying now and Dr. Belmonte was trying to calm her down, I couldn't do this anymore, I opened my eyes and immediately met with my mother's tired ones, they were identical to mine and they looked just as tired as mine were and that was something since I had been sick for the last six years.

In the blink of an eye, she was by my bedside, her warm hands holding my clammy ones in hers.

"Baby, you are up, how are you feeling?" she said as she used one of her hands to wipe tears with a tissue.

I could simply pretend I heard nothing and just wait until she was ready to tell me herself but for some reason, I did not want to do that, I knew it was just going to be very hard on her because she will beat herself up on how to tell me and I wanted to get this done and over with.

Without preamble I said "I heard everything, I already know I won't be here for much longer"

I watched as pain and hurt registered itself on my mother's face and in that moment, I hated myself even more.

"I am sorry baby, I am really sorry" my mother said amidst sobs, she buried her face against the duvet that covered my legs.

"I raised my eyes from my sobbing mother to look at Dr. Belmonte who stood watching us with a stoic expression on his face.

"How soon can I go home?" I said,

"As soon as the I.V bag is finished, I injected some painkillers and sedatives into it, so you will feel very sleepy soon and when you wake up, you can go home" he said, his voice was indifferent now, unlike when he thought I was asleep.

I managed a weak smile and said "And I don't have to see your face ever again"

A small smile crossed his lips before he said "Get some sleep Kevin, I will see you when you wake up much later"

My mom's sobbing increased and I suddenly felt tired, I felt the exhaustion hit me like a sledgehammer and I felt weak all over, my eyelids suddenly became too heavy for me to be able to be keep them open, I heard my mother's sobbing fade into the distance and a few seconds later, everything was silent and succumbed to the warm embrace of a chemical induced sleep.