Author's Note: Here's the next chapter! This was originally going to be the last chapter when I started this story but since it's gotten so popular (almost 1,000 hits which I know really isn't a lot but for a Keith story I think it is) I decided to continue on and just show the whole movie through Keith's perspective. I wasn't going to do it at first because I wasn't sure if people would get bored with seeing almost all of the exact same lines from the movie in this story. But apparently no one minds because they keep reading it! Thank you all so much. Enjoy the chapter and please review!

Oh and if anyone wants to buy the movie, it's available on and it's pretty cheap too (under 30 bucks and that includes shipping I think) I know cuz my copy came last week and I was SO EXCITED and totally watched it that night! Yay, now I don't have to watch it in sections!

Anyway, just had to add that little piece of info.

Chapter 13

On the Other Side

Keith went home the next day as was planned. Since he was very weak from the treatments and lack of exercise, he was transported from his room to their car in a wheelchair. Keith hated wheelchairs. They gave people a reason to star at you and wonder what the hell was wrong with you. Thankfully he was wearing his regular clothes instead of a hospital gown so he didn't stand out as much but he still felt uncomfortable.

Before they left the hospital, his dad stopped at the pharmacy and received a white paper bag which he gave to Keith.

"What's in here?" he asked instantly.

"Dr. Grant prescribed a stronger antidepressant and a mild antipsychotic," Henry told him. "Just as a precaution."

"He shouldn't have bothered," said Keith. "Those things don't work anyway. But I'll take them if it'll give you some piece of mind."

"Thanks, Keith."

When they got home, Keith automatically walked into his room and fell asleep immediately. He didn't wake up until dinnertime where he found that his dad had made chicken noodle soup.

"Ha ha, I get it," said Keith as he sat down. "You made this 'cause I'm sick right?"

"Well, I was going to make my famous homemade pizza, but I figured you wouldn't be able to handle it," his dad replied.

"But that's my favorite!"

"I know, but this is just a precaution. Besides, it still is homemade."

Keith sighed exasperatedly as he began to eat. His dad's homemade pizza would've really cheered him up after the events of the past two weeks but he knew he had a point and Keith really didn't like the thought of puking up fried cheese for an entire night. And, the soup was actually pretty good anyway.

Halfway through the meal, his dad said. "Mr. Miles was kind enough to send all of your homework from both his and your other classes. I figured maybe you could start some of it to…get your mind off of everything."

"That's a good idea," Keith agreed. "But the truth is, I'm cool with it all."

"You're---you're okay with the fact that you're…dying?"

"Well, no that part sucks but I've had cancer for a long time so I really only had a fifty/fifty chance to begin with."

He looked at his dad's face and saw that he was looking at him with a look of complete shock at his nonchalant reaction to his situation. Keith reached across the table and laid a hand on his dad's arm. "Don't worry, Dad. I'm not trying to convince myself that I'm not dying or anything 'cause I know I am. But I'm not gonna waste what time I have left, worrying about it, okay?"

To his relief, his dad flashed him a weak smile and laid his hand on top of Keith's. "Okay, Keith, I trust you. But you let me know if you need to talk about anything."

"Sure thing, Dad and thanks." Keith smiled as he stood up and took his dishes into the kitchen and put them in the sink. "But if it makes you feel better," he called over his shoulder. "I'll take my meds tonight."

To Keith's surprise, the homework did help, mainly because it gave him something to do and become distracted with thoughts of his death. But he told himself that he would not think about since he already had during his all night cry and he vowed that he would never do that again or feel bad for himself. Everyone died eventually; he was just ahead of everyone else.

When he wasn't working on homework, Keith thought about Natalie and his newly evolved plan. He decided that the best thing to do was to not give her a straight answer when she asked where he had been the past two weeks and keep her guessing and wondering about what was wrong with him. He knew it was a mean thing to do, but as he had known from the beginning, Natalie Anderson needed a reality check.

Now it was Sunday evening and here he was sitting on the cliff, looking across the lake at the bright bonfire, the only source of light around. He was still going to go through with his plan of keeping Natalie guessing but she must've figured out at least part of the puzzle with the antidepressants. But taking antidepressants meant a lot of things, mainly that one was depressed which he sure as hell wasn't. He wasn't sad. He wasn't angry. He was...

Lonely.

He was alone, literary and figuratively. The only other person who could empathize with him was dead. No one else knew what it was like to have cancer. All of the treatments and pain and feeling sick all the time. And especially now, no one knew what it was like. To know that they were dying. That every minute, every second, death was drawing nearer and nearer.

He had no one. His mom was dead. Billy was dead. Al was just, Al who tried to help him but he really could never grasp what his life was like and besides he was just doing his job. His dad was although a great help most of the time but Keith could see that he was beginning to crack with prospect that he would lose his entire family to an invisible murderer.

Keith stared at the dancing teenagers across the lake and rested his chin on his knees. They looked so happy and carefree and so full of…life. He could never be one of them. He never had been. He had always been the weirdo, the oddball.

The loner.

And he was even more a loner because of his situation. He could never be carefree and full of life because he was dying. His life was already halfway over.

Maybe he needed those antidepressants more than he thought.

Keith hugged himself and buried his face in his knees. He was on the other side of everyone. Everyone else was busy planning for the futures and college while he was busy waiting for his life to end. It was like where he was right now. The lake was the line and he could never cross that line because he wasn't allowed to. What those people at the Brick was something that had been snatched away from him and he could never get it back. It would always be like that.

He would always be on the other side of everyone else.

Always.

Author's Note: I won't blame you if you're crying by the end of this, 'cause I'll admit I even started tearing up at the end of this. The end scene is obviously supposed to be back at the prologue so it kinda mirrors the movie in the sense that it's all a flashback (which is awesome) hope it wasn't too short and please review!