A/N: Another Fanficton for you, that's not a Parody. I decided to release it on this account rather than my other one. And after reading My Sister's Keeper made me want to write this more :)

Based on the song 'A Dustland Fairytale' by The Killers.

I did my research on Chemotherapy and Leukemia. So most of it is the correct stuff.

Chapter 1
Bella P.O.V

I sat at the kitchen tables, staring mindlessly at my cereal. Not really thinking much, just staring. It was suddenly interuppted by a hand on my shoulder. I snapped out of my trance and looked up, Charlie was pinching a piece of paper between his fingers. I looked at it closer and realized it was an invite to Jake's party, his 17th. Then I bolted up, grabbing my keys and heading for the door.

I was supposed to be helping Jake and Billy set up the party. Charlie was invited, obviously, he was coming a bit later, along with other people from La Push and a few of Jake's friends. I turned the key in the igniton and sped (As fast as the truck would allow, anyway) to La Push.

When I arrived, I saw a banner with Jake's name on, and a few balloons on the door. I headed for the door, but saw Jake come out of the house with a box. He saw me and a big grin grew on his face.

"Bella!" He smiled, I waved.

"Hi Jake," I replied. "You started without me?" I asked, he knew I was only kidding.

"Sorry. Why don't you help me with these balloons?" He offered, I smiled and nodded.

"Sure."

He set the box down. I picked out a handful and placed them in my pocket, and began blowing one up. I was all done out after six balloons, so I started using the pump instead.

"Shoot." Jake muttered. "I'll just go inside, we're out of celotape." He said, holding up the empty circle.

As he went inside, I sat on the top step. I heard Billy start speaking to Jake, I heard laughing and chuckling. Then Billy's voice became serious. I knelt up closer to the door,

"Dad, dont-"

"No, son, let me speak. Please enjoy this birthday, it may be your last." Billy said. Last birthday?

I heard Jake's footsteps approach the door, so I slid back to the step. He came out with fresh celotape, and taped up the balloons in silence. Something was wrong.

"Jake," I began.

"Yes?" He asked, starting to blow up a balloon.

"What did Billy mean by... this is your last birthday? Are you moving away or something?" I asked, feeling like a stupid fool.

The balloon in his mouth deflated, and he took it out. "No, I'm not moving away." He said. I shrugged and moved closer to him.

"Then what is it?"

"I, uh..." He took a deep breath, "I have Leukemia." He whispered.

Joking. He had to be joking. But you don't joke about stuff like Leukemia. I prayed it wasn't true, hoping I'd misheard him, "What?"

"Leukemia." He stated again with an expressionless face.

"So... that's cancer, right?" I asked, he nodded. "But-" I paused, and looked at my feet.

"Bella," He put his arm around me. "Don't worry, I'll live. The doctor said they caught it early so-"

"So what?" I asked, shrugging his arm away. "It'll add a few extra years onto your life?"

"Yeah." He whispered. He stood up. Damn I thought.

"Jake, I'm sorry." I whispered to him.

"It's no big deal." He shrugged. No big deal? This wasn't like losing a football game, this was his life.

"Of couse it is. It's cancer, you can't make it out as nothing." I told him. I stood up this time.

"Sure I can. I mean, they have treatment and stuff, right?" He asked. I nodded. "There you go."

"Jake, just because there's treatment avaliable, it doesn't mean it'll work." I said, feeling guilty for even thinking it afterwards.

"I know that." He said. There was a short silence between us.

"What treatment are you having?" I asked, he scoffed. "What?"

"A minute a go you were saying it might not work."

"Jacob!"

"Chemo. That's what the doctor recommended." He explained. "Safer, too, apparantly."

"Chemo? So you'll lose your hair?" I asked, trying to ignore the lump in my throat, threatening to burst.

"Yes." He nodded, also.

It felt like this was a nightmare. This couldn't be true. Jacob couldn't have cancer, no, he can't. I'd already lost one person I loved, I don't think I could face losing another, especially when they're dying. At that moment, Jake was hugging me tightly. I was crying.

"Hun, it's OK." He whispered. I sobbed heavily into his shirt.

"No." I cried. "I can't lose you!"

"You won't. I promise." He said to me, wiping a few of my tears from my face.

The party was fairly small, a barbeque in Jacob's backyard. I made sure it didn't look like I'd been crying when Charlie arrived, Jake decided he didn't want him to know yet. At the party, I stuck with Jake. Sometimes people referred to us as Boyfriend and Girlfriend, even Charlie asked at one point, but we made it clear that we weren't together.

After a few hours, it was just Charlie and I left, so we helped clear up.

As I was scraping the leftovers into a plastic bag, I noticed Jake wasn't here. I went inside, put the garbage bag down and went into his room. He was there, sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

"Jake?" I asked. "Jacob?"

He lifted his head. Crying. He was crying.

"I'm scared." He whispered. "I'm so fucking terrified." He sobbed. I put my arm around him, and he sobbed onto my shoulder. I began shortly after.

"Don't worry, you'll get through this." I said tearfully. "We will together." I burst into tears.

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That night, I didn't want to sleep. Everytime I shut my eyes, I saw Jacob. I decided to try to sleep. I shut my eyes, and drifted off.

A Hospital. I was in a hospital, ICU I think it was. It was fairly empty, silent. I scanned the room and saw no-one, a part from a few nurses, and... Carlisle? Why was he there, he didn't work there anymore. He... they had left months ago.

"Carlisle?" I asked. But he didn't here me.

Suddenly, the double doors flew open. Someone was being wheeled in. They had an oxygen mask on and had nurses and doctors around them, even Carlisle ran over,

"Who do we have?" One asked.

"Young male. Started vomiting and temporaraly stopped breathing. He has advanced Leukemia." Oh my God. Jacob.

I ran over to the bed, and it was Jacob. But not my Jacob. This Jacob was pale, not the colour I was, this was an unhealthly pale. And his hair, there was none, he was bald from the chemo.

I bolted up. I was crying again. I waited until I calmed down and then looked at my clock. It was seven-thirty AM. I got up and went downstairs to make myself and Charlie some breakfast. Charlie was already downstairs, with a cup of coffee.

"Morning Dad." I said.

"Morning Bells." He replied, sipping his coffee. "You were sleep talking last night, you said his name a few times." I knew who he meant by his. I hated hearing his name, "But then you said Jacob's name, and then said 'Don't go' or something like that."

"Oh." I choked out.

"Are you going to see him, today?" He asked.

"Sure." I answered.

"You're quiet this morning, is something wrong?" He asked.

You wouldn't believe me if I told you. I wanted to say, but instead I said, "Just got things on my mind."

I went back upstairs and got dressed slowly. When I was ready, I ran a brush through my hair pretty roughly and ran downstairs, grabbed my keys and headed for my truck. I drove to Jake's, to find him working on his car. I parked up and walked to the garage.

"Hey, Bella, check it out." He lead me to the back of the car.

"What should I be looking at?" I asked in confusion.

"I finally got the door on, see." He said putting his hand on the door, then patting it. Of course I couldn't get the images of him from my nightmare out of my head.

"Oh." I said.

"What's the matter, Bells?" He asked.

"I was just thinking about this dream I had last night."

"What happened?" He asked again.

"I was in a hospital... and you... were rushed to the ICU." I whispered.

"Aw Bells, I told you not to worry."

"I know, but... I can't not worry. You could die, Jake." I sighed.

"You don't know that." He told me, letting me lean my head on his shoulder.

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