Save Me

Miley's POV

I am sitting in what I like to call Hell.

H is for hospital,

E is for every minute of every day.

L is long and

L is for likely going to die here.

My name is Miley and I'm slowly but surely dying. I'm suffering from an extremely rare kidney disorder. I have been on a stupid machine for at least 2 years of my life. In about 2 months, I'll be going on year 3. I hate just laying here like a vegetable. My mom comes in to see me every afternoon with my new homework package thinking that one day I might be able to get out of here and live a normal life.

Nick's POV

"Nicholas! Are you up?" Mom asks.

"Mom! I'm not going to school today! No way! Do you not remember what today is the day of." I yell at her as tears fall down my face.

"He was my son Nick, how do you think I could forget. I loved Kevin just as much as you did. He was very much loved, but it's been 2 years Nick, get the hell over it. There are tons of people who lost someone but they move on with their lives. They don't stay back in the past. They remember all the happy memories of life and forget the sad. You know Kevin would want you to live life to the fullest and not dwell on the past." Dad says.

"Screw off Dad! Joe and I were closer to Kevin than you 2 combined! You guys weren't the ones who would spend every waking hour other than school with him! We were the one who comforted him when he was getting worse. We were the only two people who were there when he died. He was lucky to see you once a month." I state with pure anger.

"Nicholas! You are not the only one in pain! I miss my oldest boy so much." Dad states.

"Dad! You don't even understand how much I miss him." I yell as I slam Joe's door and rush into his arms.

"Slam that door one more time and I will..." Dad starts.

"Or you'll what Dad! Torture me? Take things away from me? Fine! Do it! I don't give two fucks! Everything you can take from me I brought with my own money and I own! You take it from me and I will call the cops and arrest you for stealing!" I tell him.

I hear Dad go down the hall.

"Joe, I can't go to school today. I miss Kevy! I want him to be here." I tell Joe as I cry into his shoulder.

Joe rubs my back.

"I miss him too Nick." Joe says.

"He was the one to teach me everything I know on Baseball, On girls and, On all life goals. He taught me a very valuable lesson. he was the one who always said "Never let someone or something get in the way of what you want. You have to fight and strive for everything." Joe reminds me.

"I wish I could help someone in the same boat as him." I state.

"Yeah, but not too many people around here have problems with their kidneys." Joe says.

Kevin died with a kidney disorder but also he had a late developing heart issue. Joe puts on a couple of home videos and we sit together. I get a text message and I decide to ignore it for a little bit. After watching a few home videos, I go to the church. I sit in one of the pews and start to think. Why God? Why did you take Kevin so early? He didn't deserve to die. I light a candle and I look into to it. Suddenly I hear the church doors open quietly. I see a women sit in the back pew. I blow out my candle and I leave. I pass by the school and see the football team practicing. I know I should be practicing, but I can't since I didn't go to school today. I love sports that's probably one of the things that has helped me through this. I walk by the football field when someone sees me.

"Hey Nick, why aren't you at practice? And why weren't you at school today?" One of the players asks.

"I just wasn't feeling well that's all." I state

"You have to get better soon. We play against the poor school tomorrow." One yells.

I just give a nod as I keep walking. I go to what we call "Rich"mound high. Note that the word rich is in it. You have to be rich in order to go there and you have to be good at sports in order to even tryout for their sports teams. I bend over to tie my shoe when look up and see a paper sign. I stop to read what it says.

"Wanted a Kidney Donor. If you are willing to donate, please take this sign into the hospital. If you are considering the idea call the number below." I take a deep breath looking back at the sign.

Someone around here is suffering like Kevin. I feel an awful pit in my stomach. I rush back to the post and I take the sign. I walk even slower. I walk straight past Mom and into Joe's room.

"Hey Nick, what do you got there?" He asks.

I hand him the poster.

"Nick, you realize that they don't give you money to give your kidney, they only give you money when you donate..." He starts.

"I know, I'm not thinking about doing it for the money. I feel like I should do it so this person doesn't have to suffer like Kevin did. If I could end this persons suffering, It would make me feel just a little bit at ease." I tell him.

"Nick, did you really think about this. Donating your kidney is a big deal. It impacts your life more than you might think." Joe reminds me.

"I know. I am just going to considerate it." I state as I leave Joe's room.

I go onto my bed and I rest my head on my pillow. Well, it wouldn't hurt to call the number. I grab my phone out of my pocket and I hesitate to dial the number.