A/N: I wrote this for my Grandma who isn't doing so well right now. I know she'll kill me for this but I wanna thank BigTimeRush-BTR for helping me this afternoon when I found out about my Grandma. Thank you, buddy!
They were always telling him things like: "It's gonna be okay" and "Don't worry". But this time he wasn't so sure.
He remembered the day they found out about the cancer. Ugh! He hated that word. It always meant sadness and pain for those involved.
Life just wasn't fair at times. It sucked. So much.
There were days that Kendall wasn't sure she was even alive because she just looked so sick.
Stupid chemotherapy. To Kendall, all it looked like it was doing was making his grandma even sicker than she already was. And he didn't want that.
He didn't want to see her suffer. Not now. Not ever.
He wanted to take her place. So bad. But he knew that was impossible.
He spent so many nights crying because he knew she was most likely not going to make it.
His friends, his mom and even Katie had tried to convince him that she would be alright. But Kendall… He just refused listen to them.
He was giving up hope… It was the worst thing that anyone could ever do in a situation like this.
He didn't know what to do anymore. It was just… it was too much for him! He was only sixteen for goodness sakes!
He shouldn't have to deal with things like death. Sigh.
And this wasn't the first time. His first time had been when his Dad had died, when he was ten. That had been the worst experience ever!
But with every passing day it seemed that his grandma was slipping farther and farther away from him.
And he hated how far away from him she seemed to be.