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THURSDAY; PART THREE.

"Chad Is that you?" I walked Into my apartment that could of been mine alone in just one year to the sound of my dads voice. I don't know why he asked, considering I was the only other person living here.

"Yeah" I sighed.

I didn't know what mood I was In, One moment i'm sobbing about dying on sunday, the next I'm grinning about kissing Sonny Monroe, It was such a weird day.

"You look happy son" He sat at the clear glass table planted in the middle of the kitchen littered with bits of paper with numbers on, something to do with his job, he was an accountant.

I decided I was just gong to walk past him towards my room and just sit there. Think, dream.

Whatever It took to think about what I was going to do. But I was stopped, his hand on my jawbone lightly.

"Whats this?" He held up his thumb up, with a pink smudge on that he'd taken from my lips. stupid lipstick.

"I, Ur-"

"Chad!" He interjected, sympathy filling his eyes.

"What did I tell you about girls"

"No dating I know, But Dad!- I love Sonny-"
"Then you'd treat her fairly Chad!" He whined. "It isn't fair to her Chad, you can't just leave her here lovestruck!"

My lips quavered, I didn't know what to say, He was right, I just slammed my door and buried myself in the covers of my bed.

My dad sent the apologetic smell of freshly delivered pizza through my door. Yes, that was my family's idea of a nice meal. My mum could cook anything in this world from scratch but my father on the other hand; couldn't. He could burn a pot of water. It was quite pathetic, but I didn't really mind.

I continued into the kitchen where a pizza box was laying open on the counter, waiting for my arrival. My dad looked up when he heard me enter the room. "It's pizza night!"

"Uh, dad? I'm pretty sure pizza night is every Tuesday, Wednesday, and most Saturdays, too," I replied, walking to the counter to pick up my first slice.

"Okay, I get it. We have pizza a lot. Isn't that supposed to be, like, every kid's dream?"

I sighed and sat across from him at the table.

"Chaddy I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get spiteful earlier, It's your life and I-"

"Dad It's fine, your right," I smiled my best smile I could manage at this moment.

He decided not to respond and just stuffed his slice of pizza into his mouth.

"Oh, you need to take your pills before you eat. They're up on the counter," He managed to say, with a mouth full of pizza.

He knew how much I hated taking these pills. They made me feel like a sick person. Which I was, but I hated feeling like it. Regardless, I stood up and crossed the room, filled a glass with water and swallowed my four extremely large pills.

I returned to the table and dinner began again as it started; playful teasing between me and my dad. That's the one thing that I was grateful for. As hard as this was on my Dad, He still managed to act normal around me. Our relationship hasn't changed; he knew I wouldn't want that. He knew I would feel uncomfortable if we all started cuddling on the sofa and having family game night and stuff. I enjoyed spending time with my Dad like we always had, before I was sick.

After we each had three or four slices, my Dad went over to the oven and pulled out a chocolate cake. I looked at him shocked.

"You…made that? Dad, uhm, is it, ya' know, edible?"

"Yes, it is very much. But only because I picked it up at the supermarket this afternoon. I was just heating it up," He said, proud of hism ability to at least be able to pick out a decent cake.

I laughed, "Of course."

He set the cake down and cut a slice for each of us. I hadn't realized before, but when I held my hand out to take the plate from my Dad, my hands were shaking. I didn't know what was happening, but when I grabbed the plate, my hands were shaking so violently that the plate crashed to the floor into a million tiny pieces. I heard him gasp but I couldn't focus on anything. A searing pain shot through my entire body and I hunched over on my chair, my entire body now shaking. I was suddenly freezing and felt like all of the air had left my body. I couldn't breathe. I was gasping for air but with every intake of breath, my entire body would convulse in pain. I felt him rush to my side, stroking my hair, scared tears escaping his body before he rushed away. The last thing I heard was my dad calling an ambulance and then I saw a flash of bright light. And then everything went black.

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