Part 5
By: Kat
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Dawson's Creek. This is only for recreational purposes, people!
Rating: PG-13
Author's Note: Thought's are beetween * *s.
Dear readers,
I came up with this tragedy idea when I saw a page that had a special section for tragedy. I have read many terribly sad books and am somewhat curious of cancer and the affects it has on people. I am merely using the characters on Dawson's Creek for satisfaction of my curiosity. I love Pacey! So don't be mad at me. I'll write a happier series soon. And I would also like to inform you that I have researched the topic so all my info should be correct.
Kat
*When I write a characters name underlined that is the person's thought on what has already happened. I will often put that in the middle of part of the story. The story always continues where it left off afterwards.*
Dawson
It's been two years since Pacey died. Nothing has been the same since.
Jen
I never realized how much I would miss Pacey until he was gone. He had always been nice to me no matter how bitchy Joey was or how analytical Dawson was. Most importantly, he was always there.
Joey
After my mother died I thought that would be the most terrible thing to happen to me. It turned out to be one of the two most terrible things to happen to me.
The ride home from the hospital was silent. Pacey sat in the back looking out the window. He tried to take everything in. To memorize every detail. He wondered when and how he was going to tell his friends.
THE NEXT DAY
Pacey had decided to go to school until he got too sick. It would give him something to do.
As soon as he saw Joey, Dawson, and Jen he dreaded the inevitable conversation they would have. 'Hey guess what guys? I'm going to die.' 'I get to see your mom before you do Jo!' He immediately put himself in a bad mood.
Dawson spotted Pacey and motioned for him to come over. Jen and Joey waved distractedly and went back to their conversation. As Pacey slowly walked over Dawson saw the depressed look on his face. He knew that something was wrong.
"Hey Pacey. Are you okay?" Jen and Joey stopped talking and turned to face Pacey.
"No," was his quiet reply.
"Can you speak up Pace?" Joey asked.
"I said 'No'." She folded her arms across her chest.
"Well? What's wrong then?" Pacey tried to speak. He wanted to tell them. He felt tears forming in his eyes and could only shake his head and run in the other direction.
Dawson hadn't realized how fast Pacey was. Finally, Pacey slowed and sat, head in hands, against a tree. Dawson watched Joey and Jen walking over, taking their time. Allowing Dawson to find out what was wrong. Dawson squatted down nest to Pacey. He realized that Pacey was crying softly.
"Pacey, what's the matter?" He wiped his eyes and looked up.
"I'm going to die, Dawson. They can't do anything for me." He let out another sob and pulled his knees up to his chest and cried.
Joey and Jen came within hearing distance and were quickly at Pacey's side. Dawson was too stunned to utter a word. Jen looked at him searching for an explanation while Joey talked softly to Pacey. "Pacey are you okay? What's wrong? You can tell me." He shook his head.
Joey gave up and looked at Dawson. "Dawson, what's wrong with him?" Dawson regained his voice and spoke.
"He's going to die Jo. He said there isn't anything any doctor can do." Joey and Jen looked as surprised as Dawson.
Jen turned to face Pacey. Joey and Dawson stood motionless. Jen wrapped her arms around him, knowing that he needed comfort and sympathy. Pacey seemed grateful. "It's okay Pacey. We're here for you."
Joey and Dawson didn't move.
LATER THAT DAY
Pacey was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. Joey and Dawson hadn't done what he had expected they would have. Jen had. She was kind and comforting.
Dawson and Joey stood and stared at him like he was from another planet. It left him feeling kind of empty inside.
***
Joey was lying in bed staring at the ceiling. She was ashamed of the way she had acted. Pacey had decided it best to go home. Jen went with him.
Of course she hadn't found this out from Pacey, she found out from Jen. She was also ashamed of Dawson's actions as well. They had acted like children and she was truly sorry.
THREE MONTHS LATER
It was a day like every other day had been in the past three months. Pacey had lied in bed all day drifting in and out of sleep. He was starting to forget things. He hadn't felt or looked himself.
The pills the doctor gave him made him look bloated and not like his usual self. Sometimes he wasn't even aware of who was in the room with him. Sometimes it was Joey, or Dawson, or Jen, or his mother, or his father, and even Doug.
Dawson's parents had come to visit him a few times and so had Bessie and Bodie. Even Mrs. Ryan had came to give him 'The Lord's blessing'.
His relationship with Joey had changed. It was obvious she was trying to distance herself from him. But he was no longer afraid.
THE NEXT DAY
Joey practically ran to Pacey's house. She knocked on the door and Mrs. Witter let her in. "Can I see him?"
Mrs. Witter shook her head and handed Joey three envelopes. Each had a name written on it. 'Joey', 'Dawson', and 'Jen'.
"He passed away last night. He told me yesterday afternoon to give those to you after he was gone. Don't worry. He died in his sleep." Mrs. Witter looked down. Joey choked back a sob and ran from the house.
***
Dawson woke up suddenly from his nap to hear Joey calling his name. She was standing on his lawn with Jen. Jen looked puzzled. Joey was crying.
Dawson climbed down the ladder. Joey spoke so quickly he had to ask her to repeat herself. "He's gone!"
She crumpled to the ground and started to sob. Jen sank to her knees to comfort Joey and to cry herself. Joey stuck out her hand to Dawson and handed him an envelope with his name on it. She did the same for Jen.
Dear Dawson,
I guess if you're reading this letter, I must be dead. I apologize for the handwriting, but I'm kinda tired. I just thought that I should take a little time to tell you what a great friend you've been. I can't imagine having a better one. Please don't be too sad. That would make me feel even worse. But I guess you should be a little sad. But not too sad. I really hope that it isn't painful. Well I guess I'll never know. Enough with this sad stuff. Dawson, I want you to take care of yourself. Become some all-powerful filmmaker and make me proud. Also take care of Joey for me. Tell her to move on and find someone new. I'd like to thank you for being my friend and sticking with me to the end. I really appreciate that. And thanks for believing in me when no one else would. Damn. I'm beginning to sound like some sappy Hallmark. Oh well. I never told you but while I was sick I received a letter from an anonymous person. They gave me $100,000 dollars. The hospital won't tell me who it is. All I know is that it came from The One Wish Foundation. I'm giving you $10,000. I never got a chance to spend it and it would make me happy if you would. Part of it's paying my medical bills but that doesn't really concern you. Tell Joey and Jen to use theirs wisely. Yea right. Have a blast. Throw a party!! Just spend it on something that will make you happy. Well I am really going to miss you Dawson.
Your best friend, ('Love' seemed kind of gay)
Pacey Witter
Dawson wiped the tears from his eyes as he finished the letter. He looked inside the envelope to find a check for $10,000 dollars. He watched Jen open her letter.
Dear Jen,
I'm really sorry you have to read this letter. I wrote it to thank you. You were really a great friend to me and I'm so grateful. I know that you still have a thing for Dawson. Tell him before it's too late. Jen, you're a really great girl and I'm going to miss you. Please go out and have a lot of fun with your life. Do all the things that I'll never get to do. Being sick gave me a lot of time to think about those things. I'll never get to go to college, or graduate high school for that matter! I'll never get married or have kids or a real job. Thank God I already lost my virginity!! Sorry, dark humor. What I'm trying to say is you have the opportunity to do all of those things and I want you to do them. For me. It would really mean a lot. As I mentioned in Dawson's letter I received a gift from The One Wish Foundation. A check for $100,000 dollars. Lucky me, huh? Well, I won't get a chance to spend it but I've decided to divide it evenly among the people close to me. In your envelope is a check for $10,000. Don't spend it on a 'Pacey Witter Scholarship Fund' or a memorial or anything like that. Go shopping!! Save it for college!! Save it for a car!! Do whatever you want. Just have fun with it. And as your forking the cash over for that new pair of panties, think of good ol' Pacey. Okay? Well I am truly going to miss you Jen.
Love,
Pacey Witter
Jen opened her envelope and looked at the check. She wiped the tears from her eyes and watched Joey open her letter.
Dear Joey,
I am going to start this letter with the absolute truth. I'm gay. NOT!! Okay. Sorry. Here's the truth. I love you Joey Potter. I always will. Stop crying. Stop laughing. Okay scratch that. Keep laughing. That's right. Let me refresh your memory now. I love you. Got it? Good. Now let's ease the tension with a joke. What kind of shoes do prostitutes wear? Give Up? Hoarshoes!! Get it?? Good. I thought that was a good one. Because I know you need to laugh. Yea. You do. I don't want you to get depressed or anything or say 'what if?'. Don't do that to yourself. I've known for months now that I wasn't going to live. But I'm not bitter or angry. A little confused. But aren't I always? The truth is I was hoping that I would spend the rest of my life with you. I did. You can't. That really sucks. BUT. There's always a but, Joey. By the way you have a nice one. So do I. BUT you can move on. Onward and upward, right? Right. You know I'm right Joey so stop shaking your head. I'm going to put you in charge of something special. Get out your highlighter. Show my mom this: I want a Chuckles the Clown funeral. From Mary Tyler Moore remember? Everybody was laughing instead of crying. I want you to play horrible polka music and sit around and tell horrible stories about me. An sing that beautiful song you sang at the beauty pageant. Pretty please!! I really loved that song. I should have won though. I have enclosed part of my gift money from The One Wish Foundation. $10,000. Save it so you can got to college and get a great education. Become valedictorian and B.S. about how I was the greatest student at Capeside High. I love you Joey and I don't want you to forget it. I'll see you in heaven. If that's where I'm going. And I'll tell your mom that you love her. Maybe I'll become your guardian angel? Me? An angel? Yea right. I love you Joey.
Love,
Pacey Witter
Joey looked up at Dawson and Jen. She was so touched. She fumbled with the check and saw that Pacey was telling the truth. As Dawson pulled her to her feet she knew she would never be the same.
THE END!! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME!!
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