I remember that day all so clearly now. We had just gotten the results of some tests, and I freaked out on my doctor. Everything went downhill from there, until, I died.
Here's how it pretty much went:
"Are you 100 percent positive?" I kept asking the doctor over and over again. It couldn't be true. He has to be wrong. I OBJECT! There is no possible way that I Peyton Elizabeth Davis, could have cancer! I'm 15, almost 16. How can a 15 year old have cancer? How can I be on my way to an early death? I don't want to die, I haven't lived even half of my life. "You have to run the tests again," I told my doctor. "I don't care if you've already done them 3 times! They have to be wrong!" I couldn't listen to it anymore, so I ran. I ran out of his office, leaving my parents there to ask any questions that they had. I ran out of his building, through the parking lot, and down the road. I got to a set of lights and stopped to catch my breath. "Breathe Peyton, Breathe." The light turned green, and again, I ran.
I ended up running home. It's not that far away, so it was fairly easy. I ran all the way to my room and just fell apart. I broke down on my bed and cried my heart out. I was scared, what else was I supposed to do? My life was being put in turmoil! I was hugging my giant elephant when Nathan came into my room. "I'm guessing the results weren't very good?" As soon as he said that, I started balling even more. I couldn't get any words out, and that immediately gave Nathan the answer. The results weren't good at all. Seeing this, he enveloped me in a giant hug and just stayed there trying to calm me down.
Soon I had calmed, and could talk to Nathan, but none of my words would really matter. He knew that something was wrong, he just didn't know what it was. "Cancer," was all I told said to him, and his face fell for a second, before smiling and cheering up again for support. He knew I didn't want to talk about it, and dropped the subject, and just kept hugging me and comforting me. "Just think about it, you get to miss a lot of school," he tried to joke, but it didn't make me laugh. I started crying again. This making him feel really bad, he got up and went to his room to grab something. Me being really confused, just kept crying and holding tight onto my elephant. A few minutes later, he came back with his hands behind his back, acting all suspicious and creepy, making me all anxious and all. Then he came over to me and pulled me into a hug again without letting me see what was in his hands. I had started to squirm by then because I was still mad at him, and I felt something being put around my neck. Me being paranoid and all, I started freaking out because all I could think about was him trying to choke me. Even though he's my brother, I know he wouldn't, but still. Anyways, what does he put on me? Well it's a gold locket in a heart shape, with a diamond on the left hand side. He even got the back engraved for me. 'Peyton and Nathan, Family Forever!'
He comforted me for a while, before our parents had returned home. Me being scared, couldn't face them by myself, so he came with me for support, and it made me feel a bit better. He'd also be able to know about everything that was happening. When they were explaining everything to me, it scared the shit out of me. Chemo sounded harsh and just plain disgusting! As bad as loosing all my hair would be, I think being vulnerable to anything is just as scary. A simple cold cold be deadly, and I would be sick all the time. Not just 'sick', but actually 'sick, sick', vomit sick.
Shuddering, I leant into Nathan because I felt as though the would was against me in more than one way. Me, Peyton Davis, does not want to die, but if it was better than suffering, than maybe I would consider it. Of course though, it wouldn't be beneficial for everyone else, so I guess not, it won't work. Nathan just sat there in shock, absorbing everything, while I tuned it all out. He'll tell me when he knows I'm ready. I randomly just started singing at that point, and I didn't care about what my parents or Nathan thought. It was something that was calming. Haley James Scott's song 'Halo' was coming out of my mouth perfectly. No wrong notes, and not out of tune. Then, I stopped, realizing exactly what I had just done, while my family was staring at me, shocked. I guess I'd never sung for them before. Just another thing to add to my list of things that I'll never be able to do; Sing professionally, and go on tour with Haley herself. Maybe I'll send into the 'Make a Wish Foundation', hoping to be able to meet her, maybe even sing her a couple of my songs, or just sing with her; That would be awesome!