A/N: Hello, Fanfiction! I'm DazzleBomb. This is my first fanfic ever, and I hope you guys will like it! I'm sorry to those of you who don't like stories with OCs, but even if you don't like them, at least give this story a chance! R&R!
Prologue:
Joseph Martin Suites wasn't a happy kid. In fact, he was deeply depressed. At the age of 16, he hated his life. He hated himself. He hated everything to the point to where it wasn't healthy. He saw himself as a bad person, with negative personal traits. People at school called him flighty and simple-minded, shy and too reserved, and was he always accused of being a smart aleck. But one day at school, at his lonely lunch table, he said to himself, "I don't want to live anymore." He started weeping and crossed the cafeteria to the exit, and turned down the hall. He was on his way to the counselors office when-
"JOSEPH SUITES, COME TO THE FRONT OFFICE, JOSEPH SUITES." Startled, since he'd never gone to the 'front office' before, he trudged across the old, scratched, square tile to the front of the school building, entering through the large mahogany doors.
"You, wanted to see me?" He asked anxiously.
"Your father is here to get you." the woman at the desk replied. He visibly flinched from shock. What startled Joseph even more than being called to the office, was the fact that his missing-in-action dad had flown all the way from California to New York to pick him up. He walked out to his father's Lexus and opened the passenger door to see his divorced parents sitting in the front seats. If that wasn't weird enough, they were crying together.
"Oh Joseph!" his mother sobbed.
"Get in the back son. We just wanted you to know that we loved you." his dad said for both parents, his mother being unable to talk.
"What's all this about?" he asked.
"Joe, baby..." His mother said between sobs, "Re-remember when we... went to the doctor's... for your checkup? Well honey..." She started weeping uncontrollably. His father took over.
"You have terminal cancer..." Mr. Suites gulped, "Do you know what that means?" Joseph shook his head in confusion. Cancer? People can fight cancer, doctors can find cures. He knew that.
"Joseph!" his mother wailed.
"Joe, having terminal cancer means...you wont survive."
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Joseph requested to be alone in his hospital room, and for many days, he laid in a drugged sleep. Being too sick to go to school, Joseph often dreamt up magical characters with lives better than his. He stumbled upon three characters he created, Louis, a young boy with ambitions higher than the stars; Oliver, whose kindness shined more than a polished diamond; and finally, Aimee, whose skills of friendship and trust were more powerful than anything. These characters represented what he wasn't, and he dreamed about them constantly. These characters told their own tale, created their own paths, marking the chapters. This was their story.