Hey Aaron
Story by Anonymous

~~*Chapter Eleven- August 2000*~~

August 12, 2000, Saturday

Hey Aaron,
My family came. Everyone, my parents, siblings, grandparents, aunts,
uncles, cousins, you name it.  they all came for me. just for me. I told them
not  to worry too much about me, even though inside, I'm scared as hell. My
sisters always hug me and cry on me. my mother cries constantly and says
prayers. My father kneels beside me all through the night and talks to me,
even when I'm asleep. My little brother Aaron, whom your named for, doesn't
come near me. he stays in a little corner on the other side of the room. Even
though he's pretty grown up (he's 12) he is really scared. At night, he stays
awake and stares at me. sometimes I hear him cry. I don't want him to stay
all the way over there. I wanted to hug him so bad.
The rest of the fellas stay by my side too. Brian reads the Bible to me.
I kinda like it. Kevin buys me magazines and stuff and helps me with
crossword puzzles. Lately, Howie and I have been writing a song together. Its
going along great. "Howie," I told him earlier. "What?" he asked. "Finish the
song for me. ya know, when I leave." Howie didn't say anything. He turned
away and wiped his eyes. "D, man, promise me you'll finish it and put it on
the next album." I whispered. Howie looked at me, his eyes red and swollen
and mouthed. "I promise Nick." AJ talks to me about anything I want to talk
about, from Basketball, to girls, you name it. but I never talk about my
condition. It just makes me wanna cry.
Of course, Marit is there too. she stays by my side all day and all
night. She strokes my hair (which needs a washing) and sings to me. its
really soothing.  Damn, this is what the thanx they'll get. They've been so
good to me and I'm leaving them. I love all of them. I don't wanna leave
them. God, take care of them. They deserve it.

August 16, 2000, Wednesday

Hey Aaron,
Today, I told everyone to take a break and go walk around. they agreed
after a while. Right now, Bri and Aaron are here. The rest of my family went
to get something to eat and the rest of the guys decided to buy some foods
and get other supplies, like blankets and pillows. Aaron was still in the
corner of the room, sitting on a chair, staring at me. Brian was by my bed,
reading from the Gospel of Mark I think. Its really interesting. I've really
never sat down and read the Bible before and actually try to understand it.
"Aaron," I said as Brian went to go to the bathroom. "Aaron, come here."
Aaron got up, but he stayed by the chair. He probably thought I was
asleep. "Nick?"
"Aaron," I called. "Come on, its ok."
Aaron looked really really scared. "Nick are you ok?"
I decided to answer truthfully. "No, I'm not Aaron, you know that. But
I'm here right now. Come here."
Aaron stared at me for awhile. "Come on, Aaron," I told him. Suddenly, he
burst into tears and ran to the bed. I hugged him tightly. "Aaron, its ok,
its ok." He was still sobbing. Tears sprang into my eyes.
"Nick," he said, his voice muffled. "Please don't leave me...us!"
"I won't Aaron. I'll never leave ya. I'll always be with you."
Aaron's head eased up. "And I'll always be with ya." He said, his voice
stronger.
"Yeah." I smiled weakly and hugged him again. "I love ya, lil bro."
"I love ya too." I was surprised. I don't usually hear those words from
Aaron when they are addressing me.  Mainly because a teenage boy would never say 'I love you' to his siblings.
Brian came in just then. "Hey Aaron. Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Aaron hugged Brian. "I feel a little better."
I'm pretty sleepy right now and I feel a little dizzy.

Nick

August 22, 2000, Tuesday

Hey Aaron,
I'm feeling weaker and weaker. I mean I could still do those crosswords and
stuff, but I have trouble getting up to the bathroom. I get too dizzy.
The doctor came to the room today. He led my family outside. Bri, AJ, Howie,
and Kevin listened in on the convo. I dunno what he was saying, but my mother immediately burst into tears. My father hugged her tightly. It caused pain to see my family and friends cry for me. my sisters hugged each other, sobbing.
The doctor shook his head sorrowfully. He came inside, following my family
and he went to check on me.
"Hmm, how are you feeling?" he asked me.
"I feel kinda dizzy when I get up," I answered. He wrote on a pad. "What did
you tell my folks?"
The doctor sighed and took off his glasses. "Nick, I'm sorry, but the tumor
is spreading rapidly. That means that you have about until Christmas."
I was totally stunned. I wanted to at least celebrate my last birthday! "NO!"
I screamed weakly. "No I can't...no!"
"I'm truly sorry, Nick." The doctor patted my shoulder. I wanted to slaughter
that man. He was so evil to my family. All he could say was 'sorry' to them!
The bastard!
"You BASTARD!" I screamed. "You totally bastard! How could you just say
'sorry' when you cause my family and friends so much pain! You damn bastard!"
the doctor looked stunned.
"I'm sorry you feel that way, Nick," he said coldly and turned to leave. I
gritted my teeth and grabbed my basketball on the bedside table. I hurled the
ball toward him, but it fell to the floor, not even touching him.
"Nick," Brian admonished me. "Nick its okay." His voice was a little faint
because he'd been crying.
"No its NOT okay! DAMN YOU, YOU ASSHOLE!!!" I screamed to the doctor.
I have a total headache right now. Its like knives. I'm too mad to write.

Nick

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