A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for reviewing and favoring! so, someone asked me what the condition was. To be honest, I was honestly thinking about that as well, but it never actually occurred to me..so I kinda ignored it. *face palm* but I decided to mention it in the story. I'd like to thank my best friend who came up with the cancer idea thing and I'd like to thank those who favorite my story and left reviews! ((when you guys review to my story, you give me the tingles,hehuhehuehahheu~)) So yea, Enjoy~

WAIT! I FORGOT...HAPPYY BIRTHDAY MATTHEW WILLIAMS~!


Summertime Spectrum

IV


'June 18'
'6:34 am'

Alfred woke up. The sun shined into his eyes, blinding him. He rolled over and clutched his stomach. 'This isn't good' he thought. Alfred got up. He had to lean against the wall for support. He headed towards the bathroom and stayed there. He looked at himself in the mirror. Pale skin, messy hair, and bags under his eyes.

'Forgot to take the stupid medication' he though to himself. It was two days he didn't take it. He didn't even bother to look at it. It was useless. Everyday Alfred is getting sicker and sicker.

He sat on the toilet and thought about his past.
'Why do I have to suddenly think of this now?'


...

Arthur and Francis stood in the waiting room. Arthur anxiously bit into his fingernails. Francis closed his eyes, head resting on the wall beside him. Finally, the doctor entered the room sitting across from them.

"Alfred is asleep now. He'll be staying for the night." Said the doctor as he looked at them.
"Doctor tell me, will Alfred be ok?" Arthur asked worriedly. The doctor sighed and went through his clipboard. "Mr. Kirkland.. I.." The doctor hesitated a little.
"Doctor please! Tell us!" Arthur pleaded.

"Before taking Alfred in, has he ever mention anything about feeling nauseous and sick after eating meals?" The doctor asked. Arthur thought for a minute. Francis spoke up.

"Yes he have, but Arthur and I just thought it was a small stomach ache. You know how kids eat nowadays."

The doctor sighed. "Have you given him any medicine?"

"Yes we have. It doesn't seem to have effect on him. He just keeps telling us that his stomach hurts."

The doctor took off his glasses and rubbed his temples. "Mr. Kirkland...Alfred has... Stomach cancer."

Arthur's world stopped. His everything stopped. He didn't even feel tears forming at the corner of his eyes.

"I...h-how..." Arthur stumble on his words.

The doctor watched both of them, deciding whether he should tell them. "Stomach cancer is often either asymptomatic or it may cause only nonspecific symptoms. By the time symptoms occur, the cancer has often reached an advanced stage and may have also spread to other, perhaps distant, parts of the body, which is one of the main reasons for its relatively poor prognosis."

Arthur's eyes widen in shock. He grabbed his head angrily. "I should have known! I should have paid more attention to him! I SHOULD HAVE LISTEN TO HIM DAMMIT! I SHOULD'VE BEEN A BETTER FATHER FOR FUCK'S SAKE!"

Francis grabbed Arthur and hugged him. "Arthur calmed down. This isn't your fault. None of this is your fault. Please. Don't blame yourself." Francis smoothed Arthur's hair. Francis turned to the doctor.

"And is there any treatment or cure or anything?" Francis asked with hope in his voice.

"Cancer of the stomach is difficult to cure unless it is found at an early stage. Unfortunately, because early cancer causes few symptoms, the disease is usually advance when the diagnosis is made. Treatment for stomach cancer may include surgery,chemotherapy, and/or radiation therapy."

Arthur bawled into Francis. Surgery? Chemotherapy? Alfred was only 13. How would he be able to handle all of this? The doctor watched both father cry. He looked down on the ground, feeling sorry for them. Feeling sorry for the boy. Little did he know, Alfred was just outside of the door. Listening to all of it.


Alfred sighed and swallow two pills and headed downstairs. After discovering he had cancer, everything started to fall apart. His fathers would argue ever night. Alfred wouldn't focus in school. He lost a lot of friends and became depressed. Alfred blamed himself. For everything.

He quietly searched around the house for anything interesting, like a book or puzzle. He went down the hallway to where his dad sleeps. He walked towards the room and turned the door knob. He opened and saw that his dad wasn't there.

"That's wierd.. Dad doesn't get up until 7 o clock." Alfred close the door and decided to head towards Matthew's room. He silently held on the door knob and turned only telling that the door was locked.

"Of course..." There is no doubt Gilbert is in there with him, messing around. Alfred wanted to kick the door open and strangle Gilbert. Why does father even approve of this?!

Alfred continued searching the house. It was rather large. Very humble and rich. Really it's more like a mansion yet with a lot of windows and more stairs. It was big, nice and flashy. However it does have its antique side. Old wallpapers covers the wall. There's small cracks near door and on the floor but Francis doesn't mind. He just says that even perfect has its flaws.

Alfred stumbled upon a new pair of stairs and entered a study room. It was filled with books and paintings. To Alfred, it was more of a library. He grabbed one of the books on the top shelf and checked it out.

'The Perks of Being a Wallflower'

Alfred opened the book and on the first page it stated;

'To my love, Arthur Kirkland- je t'aime

Alfred smirked at the book. He wasn't a fan of reading. As he put the book away, he continue searching around. He reached to the corner side of the room, to Alfred it was the "Creepy side." He looked around and nothing interesting caught his eyes. Except for this one book.

Alfred just thought it was just another large book with lots of words in it. He grabbed it and notice strange writings inside.

"Hm.. What language is this?" Alfred skimmed throughly and a small picture fell out.

"Hm?"

He picked it up and notice how old this photo is. It was all crumpled up and it was slightly torn. He studied the picture. It was a picture of two young men, probably about 13 or 14, smiling brightly. One boy had dark long hair and brown eyes. He looked Chinese. The other boy had a more feminine look. Long hair and girly blue-ish eyes, with a cute smile.

"Probably dad." He said. He flipped the picture and notice a writing in Chinese. He couldn't tell what it said. Alfred put the picture back on its rightful place and put it back on the shelf. He shouldn't be roaming around like this. He shouldn't be looking through stuff like that without permission. He quickly headed back to his room. It was only 7:05. He still got time before his dad come. Today was gonna be a good day.


A/N: I never actually read The Perks of Being a Wallflower, but I heard it's really good. Sorry for any mistakes! So yea, Until next time my little zombies and monsters!

~OZ&M