We all stepped into the room and walked slowly towards Carlos's bed. We were horrified. He was connected to all of these scary looking machines that made him look like a robot, he had a huge bandage covering his forehead with some blood seeping through it, a neck brace around his neck and back. His eyes were closed. He looked extremely pale like a ghost, and his caramel, Latino skin complexion was completely drained out of him. I didn't even know he was alive or not.

James sat down on a chair beside Carlos's bed and rubbed his leg. "Hey Carlitos, wake up, we're here to see you." Carlos said nothing.

Kendall frowned and looked at James. "He's paralyzed from the waist down, he can't feel his legs." Kendall rubbed Carlos's shoulder. "Carlitos wake up"

Carlos groaned and without opening his eyes he slowly whispered 'h-h-h-h-hi g-g-guys"

He sounded extremely hoarse.

"How are you feeling?" I asked.

"I feel like shit, my neck hurts and I can't feel anything below the middle of my back" he whispered slowly

We spent about 15 minutes talking to him about the hockey game and how we won the game, we told him that we loved him a lot and when he got out of the hospital we would throw a huge party for him. We basically told him everything we could to make him feel better.

All he did was open his eyes and smile weakly. At least it was better than nothing.

There was a barely audible ring and Kendall flipped out his phone, reading a text he just received.

"Shit." He exclaimed. "My mom wants me home. Katie has a high fever and she wants me to help take care of her. I'm really sorry Carlitos. I'll be back as soon as I can. I love you buddy." He stood up, waved at Carlos and quickly left the room. Carlos weakly waved back.

James slouched in the chair and then he suddenly jumped out of the chair. "Logan, my hair is limp and lifeless!" His hands flung to his hair. "I need to buy more Cuda Spray! I'll be back in 5 minutes okay guys?" I nodded. When I when to look over at James, he was gone in a flash.

It was just me & Carlos. He started to get paler every minute and it was scaring me. For about 5 minutes I held his hand and sang Cover Boy to him. It made him feel happy and he was smiling more. He felt loved.

Suddenly Carlos was silently crying with tears pouring down his chubby cheeks.

"L-Logie.. I don't want to die now. I'm too young. I'm sixteen, that's not long enough. There's so much in the world that I've never seen or done. It's not fair.

My heart shattered into a million pieces.

"Carlitos don't cry" I said as I wiped his tears away with my thumb. "You won't die"

"Logan, look at me. I'm a cripple, I can barely move, I can barely breathe, I'm getting weaker and paler every minute, I will die."

I was silent. I didn't know what else to say. Maybe Carlos was right….but I didn't want to believe him.

His eyes were closed now. His breathing was light and weak; he gripped my hand as tight as he could. He looked miserable.

"L-L-L-L-Logan…." I looked at Carlos. I could barely hear what he was saying.

"L-L-L-Lean into m-m-me"

I did what he told me. My head was rested against his chest and all I could hear was his breathing getting weaker and weaker. My ear was close to his mouth. I listened to hear what he was going to say next.

"Stay gold, Logan. Stay gold." His tiny body sunk into the pillow. He was dead.

"Fuck no, Carlos. No, No. No! Oh Carlos!" I was about to hyperventilate, tears fell down my cheeks and I pushed Carlos's short black hair back. "Don't die Carlos, oh, please don't die, please don't die….I love you buddy.

My whole world had fallen apart and it was broken. I felt like my heart was stomped and crushed into millions and millions of pieces. I cried as hard as I could against Carlos's chest. He was gone. My little Carlitos was gone, forever.

I heard footsteps walk up to the door. It was James. "Hey guys, I'm back and I got my-"He was cut off when he saw me crying against Carlos's chest and Carlos paler than ever before and not breathing. He knew what happened. He joined in with me. His life came crashing down too.

1 week later.

I picked up my lucky pen that was sitting at my desk, grabbed my notebook that was laying on the floor, sat down at my desk, flipped open to a fresh page and started writing.

Dear Diary,

It's me, Logan, here again. Its day 7. It's the seventh day without Carlos. One full week without Carlos. I'm dying inside. I need him with me right now. I miss him so much and I love him. I need my happy, fun loving Carlos. My life has completely changed. I cry myself to sleep every night, I barely eat & I became depressed, almost to the point of cutting myself. Why am I doing this to myself? This isn't me. I know that I do this because I miss Carlos. I love him more than a friend. I wanted to marry him when we were older and have a nice happy family. It was going to be a fairy tale. But it will never happen. Fairy tales are full of shit.

Anyway, Today was Carlos's funeral. Everyone was there, Kendall & James, his family, our families and all of his friends. He had so much people who cared about him. He was laid to rest. Today. He could now live peacefully in heaven. He was safe now. Safe in a better place.

I was going to continue writing about how much life sucks and how I wished I could be up in heaven with Carlos right now but I didn't have the strength to do it. I forced myself not to cry again like I did for the millionth time this week. I threw the notebook against the wall along with the pen. I laid down on my comfy bed and stuffed a pillow in my face. I want this pain to go away.

Then there was a knock at my door.