~COLE BLACK ~ 18

Day 6

I don't even know how I'd managed to survive this long without Axe.

I missed him so much it actually hurt.

Like legit, I wasn't exaggerating.

The world had turned to grey when he was gone and it freakin' hurt like a bitch.

I had just finished the cupcake that was brought to me today.

I unfolded the note and I nearly cried at what was in it.

'the world's so grey and colourless out here, wanna sharpie it?'

I nodded to nobody fanning my watery eyes.

"Yeah."I squeaked.

I made sure that I kept each and every one of his notes in a small box in my bag, that way I'd feel closer to him.

I was crossing the road to the large store across from our school.

I had to go and place the order for the fairylights and etcetera, stupidly me I couldn't see where I was going.

A freakin' car hurtled towards me like a bullet and I knew; I fucking knew that I was finally going to die.

And my last meal was a cupcake.

Fate was a twisted and really self-entitled bitch, trying to kill me all my life.

I hadn't even got to kiss Axe Body Spray!

Shit!

I was going to die a virgin.

And the last thing I texted to Axel was,'I hope you don't get diarrhoea.'

He was drinking a lot of milkshakes apparently because they were his favourite beverage.

I wondered why I never noticed.

Where was I again?

Right, I was dying a virgin.

And I made sure that my last thought was of Axel.

I closed my eyes and tried to imagine Axel's cupcakes and his arms around me.

Xanny's banana milk frenzy too and Cherrie's adorable face.

Fuck...

I couldn't believe this.

It all happened so fast.

I was pulled back and suddenly I landed on top of something hard and lumpy.

I felt all over it and I opened my eyes to see that it was a person.

A grinning, gorgeous person.

I got up and rolled off of him panicked and tried to organize my thoughts.

He had brown hair and blue eyes and just wouldn't stop staring at me.

"I'm so sorry."I said to the person that was still lying on the pavement.

"It's alright."

Damn he saved my life, legitimately.

"Thank you so much."I said shaking his hand once he got up.

He smiled back but his smile looked way too artificial to be real.

He was cute yes; but he could never ever compare to Axe Body Spray.

"What's your name?"I asked.

He looked confused.

Did he not know his own name?

Maybe when we fell, he hit his head and forgot everything.

*gasp*

He had amnesia?

"You don't know my name?"He asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows, now I was confused.

"Of course not. We've just met."He should really get over himself.

I spun around on my heel ready to cross the road again but he spun me around.

Agitated I asked, "What?"

He smiled flashing his white teeth, "You're willing to die again?"

What was he going on about?

"There's something I need to do, I'm actually really busy at the moment so bye."I said wriggling my hand out of his calloused one.

Jeez this dude was really creeping me out.

"Can I at least take you out for coffee? You look shaken."

I placed my hands on my hips annoyed by his persistence,"Look boy. My mom told me not to talk to strangers, besides this is urgent."

The determination of this guy was freaking me out.

He smiled again, "But I could drive you to your destination."

I groaned crossing my arms against my chest, "Dude I have to go back to my school in...*pause*ten minutes! It's not even that far."I said pointing beyond the building behind him.

"Alright." He said kissing my knuckles.

My nostrils flared at this outrageous action and soon my fist was met with his face.

I turned around shaking my painful hand, jeez his skull was thick.

Finally I'd reached my destination without any distractions.

Honestly, the nerve of that boy.

And he had the nerve to kiss my knuckles!

He got to kiss em' all right; with his entire face.

~Axel's P.O.V~

It hurt so much as to move and yet I was put on the treadmill again.

I'd run two miles and I really had enough.

The breathing tubes really made me feel like I was suffocating.

The whitecoats behind the glass screen were intimidating enough, taking notes and so on watching my vitals.

My muscles were burning and my lungs felt as though they were tearing from the inside slowly.

The chemo really hurt like a bitch and just thinking of that made me want to wretch.

I pressed the off button and stumbled off the torture machine.

I bent over lurching into the bucket beside me.

My insides felt like they were being torn to pieces and the second lurch hurt even more.

God, my puke wreaked and I felt truly disgusted with myself.

When I'd recovered I wiped my mouth with a towel and slumped onto the floor leaning up against the treadmill.

How the fuck was I supposed to survive this?

I felt weaker everyday, overused everyday and I really wasn't getting any better.

My parents and Dr Louis walked in briskly and my back was rubbed by my mother.

My mom especially was breaking down, her makeup was streaking and I could tell she had been crying.

"Axel we need to keep doing more tests."My father began to explain.

I nodded in understanding.

"He's deteriorating. If we keep pushing him he'll burn out."The doctor explained.

My father sighed but the doctor kept going, "We'll continue tomorrow when he has strength."

It was selfish of him to even assume that I'd have strength tomorrow.

I wasn't even sure if I would be able to make it through the night.

Sure the steroids were giving me strength, but it was only temporary.

My chest was collapsing into itself and there clearly was nothing they could do to stop it.

I was helped up by my dad who slung my arm over his shoulder and helped me walk.

This was humiliating, I couldn't even walk myself.

"My boy I'll do everything in my power to help you okay? Just wait a little for your new lungs."

This was the third time he'd said it throughout my lifetime.

The first set of lungs worked but the cancer came back.

The second were incompatible so they had to take them out and use the first.

"This is honestly tiring."I admitted barely able to recognize my own voice.

The third set were meant to be final, there would be no turning back.

I had to exercise a lot all my life in order to grow strong enough for the lungs.

It was hard to keep going since I had nobody to begin with besides my parents.

But I decided that I was going to keep living for her.

I was going to live for Chloe.