6 Left Alone

"Well go then and take a rest"

I laughed, "Obviously not the reaction I was hoping for."

He then looked at me and I think he realized what I just meant.

"You're sick?"

"Yes."

I tried my hardest to keep my voice steady, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was scared that you would just pity me, it's the best thing I could do Khan. I want to live a normal life like any other person at my age do."

"So you kept it from me?"

"Yes."

"I don't think that your sickness is that serious right? I mean you'll just take medicines and then you'll be normal in no time?"

"I have leukemia."

"Cancer?"

I nodded.

"And you kept something like that from me?"

"I didn't want you to pity me."

"You lied to me; don't you think I deserve to know the truth?"

I said nothing; I can feel his voice going to my brain, the coldness of it enveloping me with such strange indifference.

"You didn't trust me."

"It's not like that!"

"Then what is it like Cheen?! How would you feel if it happened otherwise?"

I looked down, he has a point.

"You don't have to deal with this alone. I'm here for you. Liz is here for you. We are all here for you! I bet you only told Harry and James."

"Harry doesn't know."

He suddenly let go of my hand and then he stood up. "I'm sorry, but… it's too much… everything… I can't even look at you… I'm sorry."

And then he left me, alone. I stood up from where he left me and looked at his retreating back. Khan just gave up on me. The next thing I know I was running to the place where I am certain that no one can find me.

I felt my insides spin with rage, I tried to fight it by standing still but my attempts of keeping myself firm on the ground seems futile. I tried to call for help but nothing came out, not a single audible sound was heard. I tried my hardest to scream but all the more it made my breathing hallowed and depressed.

Am I dying?

The simple thought of that made the pain all the more excruciating.

Will I die here alone?

I cursed myself for risking my life just to go here and vent out my feelings. I called all the angels for help, I asked them not to make it hurt too much. To make the pain bearable. To make dying easier.

A single tear fell from my cheek as I raised my head to look up in the sky.

Please, don't take me yet God. I still want to live this beautiful life. I still want to be with my family, my friends.

I felt my body surrender as I fall aimlessly to the ground, but before I could surrender to darkness I feel someone carry me.

And without even thinking I whispered a name that I didn't know I would call even if the whole world collapses on me.

"Harry?"

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