The say poetry is a great way to bear your soul, but is the picture we get really whole? Constructed
sentences and grammatical rules force the images and ideologies into the confines of reality. All because we
are tying to be as real as we can be. Words chosen with precision and hopeful decisions that what we say
and when we say it makes some sort of tiny difference, trying to build up some sort of self-defense by tearing
down this emotional wall. That somehow the feelings that made up its mortar would also fall, yet as it all
tumbles down the world appears that much more terrifying all around. Another trust shattered, another heart
broken. Another wall built, another set of words carefully spoken. Hoping this time to permit the vulnerability
without the risk of facing that same sense of fragility. No longer tearing down entire walls, but instead building
little windows and doors. Allowing a look inside and visitors to come and go, but preventing any of the hurt
that came before.
Thursday, July 10, 2014
Saturday, June 7, 2014
Ghost Towns
It all began with a loud bang. Tyler woke up rubbing his temples, trying to fight off the light that was violently pervading his eyes. He shifted and sat up in bed taking a glance around the room. Something was off. It was hard to tell what, but the colors seemed a hue off, the blues were more teal and the reds more orange. Confusing as it was, Tyler forced himself past it and towards his dresser to rummage for today's outfit. A grunge-y, outdated band reference and a hand-me-down pair of hand-me-down jeans. Pair that with threadbare Converse and the Seattle cliche was fully accomplished.
The morning all together was very confusing as Tyler fought through his faded memories trying to recollect what had happened last night. He sat down at the table glaring so intently at his bowl that to an outside observer it looked like he was trying to move it telepathically. Something had happened, but he couldn't remember what and there were no clues as to what had happened and what is currently happening. Why were the colors so off? And why did his mouth taste steely? Frustrated and angry, he threw his empty bowl into the sink despite never putting anything in it and took his phone out of his pocket to investigate.
Blank screen after blank screen popped up no matter what he opened. Texts, Facebook, e-mail, no matter what Tyler plunged into he always came up empty. Just what the hell was going on he growled. Angrily, Tyler shoved the phone back into his pocket and grabbed his backpack, walking out the door and turning towards school. No messages from friends or even his girlfriend gnawed at the back of his mind ceaselessly. He wasn't super popular, but he had friends and people to talk to. Reaching up and rubbing his throat as the dryness made a bad enough itch that even a hard swallow didn't do anything to soothe it, Tyler's anger quickly subsided into nervousness and panic. Had people figured out what happened?
At school things grew even more off, instead of the cacophony of shuffling feet and useless teenage chatter all that could be heard was what sounded like people trying to talk underwater. It made less and less sense as he progressed forward, he was used to being ignored or glossed over but this was a new extreme. Tyler stopped near his locker and stared down the hallway with the look of a man who's been through war. A vacant face and slightly agape jaw as his sanity was slipping away that day. Can anybody hear me? He called out into the hall and was returned with nothing but the loud silence. Clutching his head in confusion and pain he shuffled to his locker swapping books from his locker with his backpack and headed to class, slumping down in his chair. Focusing was impossible since he couldn't understand a word.
All day his head was swimming. Tyler couldn't tell if this was real or just one big dream, but it seemed to elaborate to be either one. He could hear people talking, or at least the muffled sounds that he assumed where talking, but no one could hear him. Class after class went by, silence after silence, burrowing deeper and deeper into his chest until everything in him resonated with a silent echo. The vibrations felt like they were going to tear him apart from a molecular level and by the time lunch rolled around he had reached that tearing point. Clenching his fists and digging his nails into his palms he sat at his table looking like he was building up energy, body shaking in tension. After a moment of charging, Tyler released what can only be described as a primal scream, no intelligent meaning or thought behind it. It was just a shout into this emptiness, a pouring out of not emotion but energy. Energy that was searching for some sort of resonance, something that it could bounce off of and acknowledge it's existence. Something that wasn't meant for fear or intimidation, but a desperate plea for help crying out for someone to look it's way.
He sat at his spot shuddering a bit from exhaustion. Tyler eventually slowly stood up exhausted, grabbed his backpack, and exited the school. His head was pounding furiously in it's own desperate attempt to make itself known. The throbbing started throwing flashes of light, brighter than what came off of atomic bombs, in his eyes. Cascading flashes and bangs inside of his head grew in intensity until Tyler collapsed without so much as a faint warning. It just grew and grew in mere moments before dropping him. What little color was left slowly faded out, the light flashes themselves eventually grew dimmer as Tyler's eyes dropped and closed.
Suddenly and violently Tyler stiffened and shot into an upright sitting position futilely fighting for air. Everything was still silent except for his lungs screaming out in pain and it took a few moments for Tyler to realize he was back at home in his bed. He clutched his head again and shutting his eyes tight hoping that he could somehow force restart his brain and make everything normal again. It was hard to focus on the reboot though because his hands were shaking, fingertips rattling against his forehead. Nervously he opened his eyes again, finding the color had returned to his world. Shuddering and fidgeting he shifted his body out of bed ready to try standing until his foot kicked something on the ground. Once again things felt silence and all Tyler heard was the pounding of his chest as he stared at the ground. A now empty bottle of medications lay at his feet and everything came back to him.
Well not exactly everything, but enough fragmented memories to make a collaborative narrative that pieced together the last few days. His breathing suddenly became shallow and his muscles weak. Tyler grabbed the bottle and stood up, tightening his grip around the bottle and gritting his teeth as he felt the plastic start to give a bit. He didn't know which felt worse: the knowledge that he actually tried or the fact that even in this he couldn't do it right. The bottle was quickly thrown away as Tyler went to his mirror hoping to find a reflection other than his own in their. For better or worse what he saw was something else, it wasn't quite a reflection of himself, but more of a ghost wearing his body. Haggard eyes and skin that seemed like it was barely holding, not drooping but clinging to his face listlessly as if it's only reason for hanging on was so it didn't have to exert the effort of getting back up if it were to fall.
It was hard to tell if this was a hallucination or if this was what Tyler had really become. He knew things had slipped in the past few weeks, but with his reluctance to face it he had no idea how far he had slipped. He couldn't even remember if the school experience was real or what day it was, everything was a blur. His reflection held his gaze as if they were two separate people looking at each other through a window, an unnerving stare that wanted to remind him of his sins and weigh him down with it. Tyler turned from the mirror with no real sense of what to do or where to go. Standing there in silence, he was lost in the truest sense of the word. No idea where he was, where he was going, or even who he was anymore. Something had changed and snapped inside of him, but he didn't know what. He swung his heavy head to the side looking out the window, hoping for maybe some sort of sign from some sort of God. When his plea was again returned with silence he opened the top drawer of his dresser pulling out the small pistol his father had gotten him for "safety reasons".
Click. It all started with a loud bang.
The morning all together was very confusing as Tyler fought through his faded memories trying to recollect what had happened last night. He sat down at the table glaring so intently at his bowl that to an outside observer it looked like he was trying to move it telepathically. Something had happened, but he couldn't remember what and there were no clues as to what had happened and what is currently happening. Why were the colors so off? And why did his mouth taste steely? Frustrated and angry, he threw his empty bowl into the sink despite never putting anything in it and took his phone out of his pocket to investigate.
Blank screen after blank screen popped up no matter what he opened. Texts, Facebook, e-mail, no matter what Tyler plunged into he always came up empty. Just what the hell was going on he growled. Angrily, Tyler shoved the phone back into his pocket and grabbed his backpack, walking out the door and turning towards school. No messages from friends or even his girlfriend gnawed at the back of his mind ceaselessly. He wasn't super popular, but he had friends and people to talk to. Reaching up and rubbing his throat as the dryness made a bad enough itch that even a hard swallow didn't do anything to soothe it, Tyler's anger quickly subsided into nervousness and panic. Had people figured out what happened?
At school things grew even more off, instead of the cacophony of shuffling feet and useless teenage chatter all that could be heard was what sounded like people trying to talk underwater. It made less and less sense as he progressed forward, he was used to being ignored or glossed over but this was a new extreme. Tyler stopped near his locker and stared down the hallway with the look of a man who's been through war. A vacant face and slightly agape jaw as his sanity was slipping away that day. Can anybody hear me? He called out into the hall and was returned with nothing but the loud silence. Clutching his head in confusion and pain he shuffled to his locker swapping books from his locker with his backpack and headed to class, slumping down in his chair. Focusing was impossible since he couldn't understand a word.
All day his head was swimming. Tyler couldn't tell if this was real or just one big dream, but it seemed to elaborate to be either one. He could hear people talking, or at least the muffled sounds that he assumed where talking, but no one could hear him. Class after class went by, silence after silence, burrowing deeper and deeper into his chest until everything in him resonated with a silent echo. The vibrations felt like they were going to tear him apart from a molecular level and by the time lunch rolled around he had reached that tearing point. Clenching his fists and digging his nails into his palms he sat at his table looking like he was building up energy, body shaking in tension. After a moment of charging, Tyler released what can only be described as a primal scream, no intelligent meaning or thought behind it. It was just a shout into this emptiness, a pouring out of not emotion but energy. Energy that was searching for some sort of resonance, something that it could bounce off of and acknowledge it's existence. Something that wasn't meant for fear or intimidation, but a desperate plea for help crying out for someone to look it's way.
He sat at his spot shuddering a bit from exhaustion. Tyler eventually slowly stood up exhausted, grabbed his backpack, and exited the school. His head was pounding furiously in it's own desperate attempt to make itself known. The throbbing started throwing flashes of light, brighter than what came off of atomic bombs, in his eyes. Cascading flashes and bangs inside of his head grew in intensity until Tyler collapsed without so much as a faint warning. It just grew and grew in mere moments before dropping him. What little color was left slowly faded out, the light flashes themselves eventually grew dimmer as Tyler's eyes dropped and closed.
Suddenly and violently Tyler stiffened and shot into an upright sitting position futilely fighting for air. Everything was still silent except for his lungs screaming out in pain and it took a few moments for Tyler to realize he was back at home in his bed. He clutched his head again and shutting his eyes tight hoping that he could somehow force restart his brain and make everything normal again. It was hard to focus on the reboot though because his hands were shaking, fingertips rattling against his forehead. Nervously he opened his eyes again, finding the color had returned to his world. Shuddering and fidgeting he shifted his body out of bed ready to try standing until his foot kicked something on the ground. Once again things felt silence and all Tyler heard was the pounding of his chest as he stared at the ground. A now empty bottle of medications lay at his feet and everything came back to him.
Well not exactly everything, but enough fragmented memories to make a collaborative narrative that pieced together the last few days. His breathing suddenly became shallow and his muscles weak. Tyler grabbed the bottle and stood up, tightening his grip around the bottle and gritting his teeth as he felt the plastic start to give a bit. He didn't know which felt worse: the knowledge that he actually tried or the fact that even in this he couldn't do it right. The bottle was quickly thrown away as Tyler went to his mirror hoping to find a reflection other than his own in their. For better or worse what he saw was something else, it wasn't quite a reflection of himself, but more of a ghost wearing his body. Haggard eyes and skin that seemed like it was barely holding, not drooping but clinging to his face listlessly as if it's only reason for hanging on was so it didn't have to exert the effort of getting back up if it were to fall.
It was hard to tell if this was a hallucination or if this was what Tyler had really become. He knew things had slipped in the past few weeks, but with his reluctance to face it he had no idea how far he had slipped. He couldn't even remember if the school experience was real or what day it was, everything was a blur. His reflection held his gaze as if they were two separate people looking at each other through a window, an unnerving stare that wanted to remind him of his sins and weigh him down with it. Tyler turned from the mirror with no real sense of what to do or where to go. Standing there in silence, he was lost in the truest sense of the word. No idea where he was, where he was going, or even who he was anymore. Something had changed and snapped inside of him, but he didn't know what. He swung his heavy head to the side looking out the window, hoping for maybe some sort of sign from some sort of God. When his plea was again returned with silence he opened the top drawer of his dresser pulling out the small pistol his father had gotten him for "safety reasons".
Click. It all started with a loud bang.
Friday, May 2, 2014
Silent Tragedy
A tangle of emotions
Webs of passion and intensity
Burning inside a restless mind
Tossing and turning with ferocity
A mixture of love and hate
Burdening a heavy heart
Unable able to make the simplest decisions
Caught up in it from the very start
A cavalcade of voices
Drowning out all other sound
Digging deeper and deeper into the soul
Soon clouding up everything that's around
A lonely boy sitting alone
Forcing these things down into the deep
Echoing from the dark recesses
Silent tragedies for him to keep
Webs of passion and intensity
Burning inside a restless mind
Tossing and turning with ferocity
A mixture of love and hate
Burdening a heavy heart
Unable able to make the simplest decisions
Caught up in it from the very start
A cavalcade of voices
Drowning out all other sound
Digging deeper and deeper into the soul
Soon clouding up everything that's around
A lonely boy sitting alone
Forcing these things down into the deep
Echoing from the dark recesses
Silent tragedies for him to keep
Sunday, April 27, 2014
Rusted Heart
A rusted heart beats weakly
Echoing against brittle bones
A sour soul, consumed completely
By the fear of being left alone
A voice cries out in desperation
Longing to be heard amidst the void
A crumbling body in desolation
Stretching out to save what's destroyed
A desperate plea for recompence
To save the husk of former life
A chance for death's benevolence
Ending the time of strife
Echoing against brittle bones
A sour soul, consumed completely
By the fear of being left alone
A voice cries out in desperation
Longing to be heard amidst the void
A crumbling body in desolation
Stretching out to save what's destroyed
A desperate plea for recompence
To save the husk of former life
A chance for death's benevolence
Ending the time of strife
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Foul Cigarettes
Foul cigarettes
Lingering taste
Smells clinging
Never leaving
Somber memories
Welling up
Broken soul
Shattered eternally
Pieces scattered
Restless recovery
Rebuilding structures
Ancient past
Endless wandering
Foul cigarettes
Lingering taste
Smells clinging
Never leaving
Somber memories
Welling up
Broken soul
Shattered eternally
Pieces scattered
Restless recovery
Rebuilding structures
Ancient past
Endless wandering
Foul cigarettes
Friday, April 11, 2014
Gas Station Breakfast: Chapter 8
Sam stood outside the car, remaining motionless and awkward. He was so confident about approaching her on the drive up, but the closer they got the more his hands grew shaky. It was hard to describe the immense terror that was overtaking him now, the fear that she would reject him. The fear that his actions were terrible enough that her only response to him would be a forceful and audible slap to the face and then door slamming. What if her parents opened the door first? Did they even know about him? It seemed wholly awkward to Sam now, meeting her, as they'd only seen each other virtually but no one else around them had except maybe in static photos that they shared with friends. Even Glenn seemed apprehensive at her existence in the beginning, where Remi's friends the same?
Sam couldn't calm his mind down, rattling off questions and fears sounding like gunfire in his head. Never had the urge to just abandon the quest been stronger. He slumped against the side of the car feeling his chest get tight. The occasional person walking by made him feel extra awkward as he leaned against his car. For one he looked weird in that position and two being parked outside a closed establishment with a look of terror isn't very normal. He looked a bit like Charlton Heston in Planet of the Apes, screaming into the air about a destroyed statue of liberty. Sam felt like that too, except his statue of liberty was much more metaphorical than literal. His statue was the content way he had lived life and the apes, or more appropriately ape since it was only one person, was Remi who blew it up without even thinking about or realizing it.
"So....are you going or not?" Glenn said getting out of the car, slamming the door which finally snapped Sam into reality.
"Huh? Sorry....I just gotta gain my composure." Sam stood up straight again.
"If that's what we're waiting on then this might take awhile." Glenn smiled and laughed, "Need me to come with?"
Sam took a moment to respond, "Uhh....sure. It's probably better, you know in case something happens." He lightly tapped his chest.
Glenn nodded and rounded the car giving Sam a pat on the pack. Sam felt embarrassed that even now being so close to Remi, he still needed help in getting to her. Love conquers all is total bullshit, fear conquers all. Except Glenn, nothing conquers Glenn but a fastball coming low and inside. He could however just tighten his grip a bit and at least make an attempt. Sam couldn't, not even in a metaphorical sense. It still took extra time for Sam to start moving and Glenn waited patiently. When he was finally able to break the barrier and move that first leg, they were on their way. As short of a distance as it was, the path seemed to grow longer with every step that Sam took.
Sam couldn't calm his mind down, rattling off questions and fears sounding like gunfire in his head. Never had the urge to just abandon the quest been stronger. He slumped against the side of the car feeling his chest get tight. The occasional person walking by made him feel extra awkward as he leaned against his car. For one he looked weird in that position and two being parked outside a closed establishment with a look of terror isn't very normal. He looked a bit like Charlton Heston in Planet of the Apes, screaming into the air about a destroyed statue of liberty. Sam felt like that too, except his statue of liberty was much more metaphorical than literal. His statue was the content way he had lived life and the apes, or more appropriately ape since it was only one person, was Remi who blew it up without even thinking about or realizing it.
"So....are you going or not?" Glenn said getting out of the car, slamming the door which finally snapped Sam into reality.
"Huh? Sorry....I just gotta gain my composure." Sam stood up straight again.
"If that's what we're waiting on then this might take awhile." Glenn smiled and laughed, "Need me to come with?"
Sam took a moment to respond, "Uhh....sure. It's probably better, you know in case something happens." He lightly tapped his chest.
Glenn nodded and rounded the car giving Sam a pat on the pack. Sam felt embarrassed that even now being so close to Remi, he still needed help in getting to her. Love conquers all is total bullshit, fear conquers all. Except Glenn, nothing conquers Glenn but a fastball coming low and inside. He could however just tighten his grip a bit and at least make an attempt. Sam couldn't, not even in a metaphorical sense. It still took extra time for Sam to start moving and Glenn waited patiently. When he was finally able to break the barrier and move that first leg, they were on their way. As short of a distance as it was, the path seemed to grow longer with every step that Sam took.
The Last Month
Sam woke up in a haze the next morning. It had been awhile since he'd had such a busy day, a doctor's appointment AND support group. That's a whole two things he had to do, up quite a lot from his usual zero. School really didn't count as a thing anymore since he was either babied by the teachers all coddling the poor sick kid or when Sam got tired of that he stayed home and was babied by his mother. The nice thing about cancer was any day can be a sick day and no one really gets mad at you for skipping. Except Glenn, who without Sam had no one to incessantly annoy. He still made it a point to visit after school though, as well as a few faceless others. Sam had a small contingency of friends, but none of them had been the kind of "after school friends" most other people have which was fine for him.
Saturday, however, meant he wouldn't have to worry about any of that. With Spring coming back around Glenn went back to baseball practice and was thus detained from bothering Sam, who had important phone/Skype calls to make. It still felt a bit awkward from his talk with Stacii last night and the organized kidnapping between her and Dr. Sureesh. The Group session was forced, but like most events in Sam's life it was the push he needed in the right direction the only difference this time being it wasn't Glenn pushing him. Or maybe it was and this sadistic plot went far deeper than Sam could imagine. In any case, he rolled out of bed running a hand through his hair as he searched through his closet and drawers for clothes. Usually he just wore pajamas in his calls, but given the gravity of the situation and the fact that it was midday he figured a little higher fashion was in order. With jeans and a t-shirt and a quick shower later he was sitting at his desk with his laptop up in front of him. Sam fished a phone off his dresser and opened it up to quick flick through texts and anything else he could think of to kill time.
When it finally came time to face his fears, Sam stared into his reflection in the blackness of the screen. There were some dark circles under his eyes and his skin was a bit pale, he worried about looking too sick to Remi but it's hard not to look sick when you are sick. After some short, but ultimately useless, readjusting of his look Sam woke up his computer and readied everything for the call. He pulled out his phone again to text her and make sure she was awake and/or available.
"Morning sunshine :)" Sam hated using emoticons, but as with most things he was uncomfortable with the thought of using them with Remi made it at the very least bearable.
"Who is this?"
Sam was a bit taken aback, "New phone number?"
"No"
"Is this Remi?"
"This is her phone, but she is currently out of commission."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means she's passed out dude, you must be the boyfriend."
He felt embarrassed that that word was being used, "And if I am?"
"Don't worry, she's fine just drunk. She'll come to in a couple hours. I'll leave her a note from you, K? What do you want to say?"
"Nothing, just have her call or text me."
"K"
And with that the conversation ended. For some reason Sam felt unreasonably angry though. In his time of need she was out partying and drinking. It was understandable, she was the antithesis to Sam and was more prone to these types of activities and in fact had told Sam about it before, which wasn't a problem then, but now suddenly it was. Sam was dying and she didn't seem to care, even though at this point she had no idea since Sam hadn't told her. Maybe it was a product of irrational and immature thoughts, but Sam could do nothing except put the blame on Remi instead of himself. It wasn't the healthiest of choices, but she had been so perfect up to this point maybe Sam's subconscious was looking for a fault, a crack in the foundation. If she was just as damaged as him then she was nothing special and maybe Sam could break free without hurting her. What he failed to realize from the start was that she was just as damaged as him, she always had been.
The unfortunate side effect from all of this was that Sam had built her up to such a station and this small crack brought everything crashing down at once. All of a sudden this enamored and romantic idealism he had in his head was replaced with unfettered hate and rage. He was the broken one dammit and she was supposed to be perfect, the one who would hold him up. In a case of reversed roles he was the damsel in distress and she was supposed to be the white knight, but in reality they were both the damsel and they were both each others knight. Sam provided the stability that Remi needed, a break from the partying, and Remi provided the spark of life and passion that Sam needed, a break from the monotonicity of a recluse. They just happened to both crash at the same time. With Sam unable to provide support and Remi desperately trying to the strain was evident when she finally came to later.
Conversation started normally for them, but there was a definite edge to Sam's voice that made Remi wince when he said hello. And that initial introduction was the high point of their talk. The small talk was awkward, made worse by Remi's slight hangover and Sam's undercurrent of hate.
"Look, Remi there's something I've been meaning to tell you." For the first time in their conversation his voice softened.
"Oh?" She sat up facing the camera more, "Wh-...what is it Sammy?" Remi, too, feared an impending break-up given the way things had been going.
Sam let out a sigh, fighting to find the words, "I..I should've said something sooner, but I uh, dammit why can't I just say it?"
"J-just take your time Sammy, I'm not going anywhere."
"Remi, I'm dying....sort of...not really." He sighed again, flustered, as Remi's face was taken over by confusion, "I have cancer, small cell lung cancer to be specific. Which apparently isn't as bad as it sounds according to my doctors. I guess I'm not dying, they haven't given me a time-frame or anything, but I do have cancer."
"Sammy, shut up for a second. You have cancer? Oh my god, how long have you not been telling me?!"
"I don't know about...a couple of months maybe" Sam's hate was momentarily replaced by guilt.
"Months? What the hell? Why didn't you tell me?" This was the first time he'd ever seen/heard her even slightly mad and it was hard to ignore how cute she looked while slightly mad, puffed cheeks and those smoldering eyes.
"I'm sorry, Remi. I didn't know how to tell you. And I kinda maybe thought you'd dump me or something."
"Oh lord, you really don't know women or relationships?" She smiled and laughed a bit, "Sammy I love you, I won't abandon you. OK?"
"Yeah....I just...felt like shit. When you said how you needed me and not to change, it just felt worse. I felt like somehow by getting this I was betraying you. I know, that's dumb, but it's how I felt. I said I wouldn't change, but I kind did.
"Your body changed Sam, YOU didn't. You're still my Sammy, OK?"
Sam nodded and from their the conversation was back on track. It felt good to finally tell her and it seemed like everything was OK. There was still a slight tinge of awkwardness, but it felt less damaging than it had before. And after awhile they both signed off, saying good bye. Sam, at least, thought the relationship was now fine and the danger had passed. The next couple days went fine as well, normal conversations and less physical pain. For a moment he was allowed to think he was cancer-free, but next Friday at group he felt the twinge of pain again. It was nothing serious, Sam just figured being in the presence of others with cancer that his had to make itself known.
This time around, small talk was easier though. Ever since unloading to Remi, everything felt easier to Sam and he was unusually cheery for today at least. He had the support of the woman he loved and even at 17 he felt as if she was The One. The session itself went normally, Sam still didn't speak much but that was par for the course for him and he didn't want to sound braggy about being in love and optimistic. The usual optimism here was usually hollow and when the person speaking optimistically spoke it came with a thousand-yard stare of disbelief.
"Well you seem in good spirits. Must've told Remi eh?" Stacii approached him as they were done. Again the two of them were alone, but it was less awkward without the suspicion of kidnapping.
"Yeah, she seemed pretty supportive too. I think it'll be just fine."
"And how's the actual cancer doing?"
"OK I guess? I have another scan scheduled for tomorrow so we'll find out what's happening in the world of SCLC."
"Good." She smiled touching Sam's shoulder, "I'm happy for you."
It felt awkward again for Sam, most physical touch did. "I hope this doesn't seem rude Stacii, but umm...why are you treating me special? I don't see you talk or act with others like this."
Her smile didn't waver, almost as if she expected the question, "Because you remind me a lot of Travis. He was smart, handsome, and wildly talented."
"I think I only fit one of those three." And for once Sam's humor got a genuine laugh.
"I'd go with handsome then. Anyways, Travis went the way I hope you don't Sam. He became increasingly sheltered and let the cancer win before it even did. He'd given up before he even started treatment and when it came time to finally do chemo his body and heart weren't in it. So, that's why I treat you special. I saw the same thing happening to you and I got scared. Not to sound offensive since this is my job, but people dying isn't a big deal. I came into this knowing that would happen and I feel sad when people die, but I feel worse when people don't try. If you're gonna go down, go down swinging right?"
"Well, I'm not usually one for sports metaphors but I know what you mean." For maybe the first time in his life, Sam initiated the hug which Stacii readily reciprocated. "Thank you Stacii."
After that it was again a normal night for Sam. Even the thought of more scans tomorrow didn't bother him. He let Remi know the time and what was going on, then went to bed peacefully. He carried that feeling of contentedness into the morning as he got ready. Sam walked downstairs, zipping up his hoodie, to see his mother at the table. She had taken to sleeping in later, exhausted probably, from figuring out all the adult stuff like financing his treatments. They weren't poor by any means, so paying wasn't an issue, it was still a pain to figure out though.
"Coming to the appointment Mom?" He asked grabbing his keys out of key bowl.
"N-no" She sniffled louder wiping her eyes, "It's been a long night Sam."
"I can tell, but look. I'm fine Mom, they'll probably say I'm cancer free. I've been feeling good lately so that must be good right?" And she nodded in response trying to force a smile, but she wasn't as good at faking it as Sam was. "I'll have the Dr. Sureesh call you as soon as I'm out OK? I'm meeting Glenn for lunch afterwards. Is that OK? Cause I can reschedule."
"No, no Sam you go have fun. Like I told you from the start, I don't want you to stop doing things just because of this."
"All right." Sam smiled a bit putting a hand on her back, rubbing it gently, "I'll probably be home sometime around 2 or 3" She nodded again as Sam turned to walk out the door.
Like most of the routines Sam had settled himself into, arriving at the hospital was no different. He walked and signed in, talked with the nurse, headed into the exam room, talked with Dr. Sureesh briefly, was left alone to change into the abnormally flow-y hospital robe, and then escorted into the MRI room. The only thing different this time was he sneaked his phone in, granted it wasn't well hidden since he just clutched in his hand.
"Hey, going under now. Text you when I'm done." He texted as fast as he could, before Dr. Sureesh came in trying to be the responsible adult and scold him.
"You know things like this are dangerous in here Samuel."
"Yeah, but you're the one who's been pushing me to 'live my life' I'm just text Remi." Sam smiled handing him the phone, "Plus I planned on handing it to you anyways."
"You're lucky I like you Samuel, now go." He waved his hands towards the MRI and Sam complied, getting situated on the table.
The scan started and the slight bit of panic and paranoia set in. It's hard not to feel that way laying motionless in a sterile white room as a large machine whirrs and scans your body. There's a very sci-fi feel to it as if this thing is about to digitally scan your body into a virtual world, a world were cancer doesn't exist and light bikes are totally a thing. After the scan, Sam was allowed his phone back and escorted to his room once again to change clothes and get debriefed. There was no response from Remi, which concerned him. She had promised to be waiting for him to get out, he was sure he gave her all the right times but maybe he didn't. He was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt out of either love or naivety or both. Sam wasn't allowed long to dwell on it though as Dr. Sureesh shuffled in looking more somber than usual.
"Wait, let me guess, you're sad cause I'm cured and you'll never get to see me again?" Sam's brand of terrible humor strikes again.
"Actually it's the opposite Samuel." They way he said it and the weight of the words hit Sam at different points as he tried to understand what the doctor meant, "Unfortunately the medication is no longer working as well as we'd like. It's started growing on us, so our next move is chemo and radiation...I'm sorry Sam I really thought the medication would be enough, but that's the tough thing about medicine and especially cancer...we never quite know what will happen."
"No...that's fine. I mean more cancer isn't fine but it's not your fault so don't apologize. Chemo and radiation...." The words echoed in the silence of the room, "At least there are next steps right? I mean that's better than just going onto to pain management and all that right?"
"I suppose you're right Samuel. You are taking this a lot better than I had expected. Most people are a wreck after this news." The doctor had a small smile on his face, "Those group sessions must be helping."
"Nah those are useless," Sam smiled, "It's just helpful to have the support of friends and loved ones, blah blah blah, all that Hallmark crap. Is it OK if I get going though? I don't mean to rush, but I gotta meet Glenn."
"No no that's OK Samuel. I don't want to hold you back. I am going to review everything and we will call you to set up your appointments OK? It's not too bad yet, so I'm just going to up your meds a bit and we'll come back to this in a few weeks." He handed Sam a new prescription list as they headed out.
Still no response from Remi, which now started to worry Sam but he had no time to ponder over it as he pulled out of the parking lot. He only had an hour or so before Glenn had to leave for an away game and they usually met for some greasy diner food before hand. From a sophomore health class Sam could've sworn he remembered that grease and sports don't mix well, but it's hard to get some people out of their superstitious rituals. It was fine for Sam though since he didn't have to participate, but he was always worried Glenn would end up puking as he rounded first or something like that.
"You were almost late." Glenn said, sitting on the stone slab of the entrance as Sam exited his car.
"Sorry, some of us do more important things than hit balls with sticks." He laughed helping Glenn up, feeling a twinge in his chest from the exertion. Sam choked down the cough and pain as they walked inside.
"So, anything new with Remi? You guys kiss?" Glenn mused making kissing faces at Sam.
"Yes, they actually have a new app where you can kiss through computers." They both laughed.
"Seriously though man, like why? Couldn't find a girl a bit closer?"
"I don't know, I guess not....She just...I don't know how to word it, but to put it in the stupidest words, 'she completes me'."
Glenn looked a bit disbelieving, "If you say so. As long as you're happy or whatever I'm supposed to say to show support."
"You're just jealous because I have a hot girlfriend and you, Glenn Horton, star shortstop for the New Haven Bluejays are single and alone." Sam put as much showmanship into the last half of that sentence as he could and they shared a laugh as their food came in.
"But seriously..." Sam said after a bit, looking down at his food, "She might be the one, you know?"
"I don't claim to be an expert in love, but I know these two facts. One is that you're only 17 I wouldn't commit to anything like that this early and two is that about things like this I'm usually wrong so if you feel it then commit to everything."
It felt nice for Sam to have Glenn's approval. He always worried people would discredit their relationship because it was purely virtual, but the feelings weren't. Sure they hadn't physically touched each other, but they knew the others face and mannerisms. With sex or even the temptation of sex, they were allowed to grow together and for what little Sam knew about love it felt like true love. The truest he'd experienced up until this point at least.
The conversation afterwards was mainly about the upcoming game and Glenn's plans for big league fame. He certainly had the skill and talent for it. They said their goodbyes as they walked outside, a teammate of Glenn's driving in to pick him up. Sam awkwardly gave a small wave having briefly known the guy from math class last year. After they'd left Sam got into his car heading off to the pharmacy, still no response from Remi. Once home, he'd decided he would text again. There was no mother present when he walked inside, she'd either left or was asleep upstairs or God forbid she actually went to work. Sam tossed his bag of pills onto his desk and then laid down in his bed flipping on the TV.
He pulled out his phone, 3:04 PM, she'd have to be up by now, "Hey you awake or are you dead?"
"....." There was no response for awhile. Sam sighed a bit checking his phone about every 15 seconds, hearing phantom vibrations. After 5 minutes of waiting, a direct call was decided to be the next course of action.
A few rings went by before Sam was greeted by a male voice and quickly hung up. Maybe she was just sick and had a low voice? He wanted to give Remi the benefit of the doubt again, but now it was a bit harder. Avoiding him and a non-Remi voice answering Remi's phone was more than not normal. Was she cheating on him? She didn't have any siblings he was aware of, but then again he never investigated to deeply into her family.
Sam's phone began ringing this time, a call from Remi. Reluctantly he answered, "Hello?"
Surprisingly he was greeted by Remi's voice, albeit groggy and hungover, "Why are you calling so late?"
"Do you even know who you're talking to right now?" He found himself angry again, it was one thing before when she didn't know but now it was unforgivable.
"Sam, what do you want?" She sounded a bit annoyed.
"Sorry to disturb you're partying. I just wanted to tell you we're fucking done." Sam didn't feel good for cursing, but his anger plowed right through it.
"Huh? What are you even talking about Sam?"
"We're done, over, broken up. That's what I'm talking about." He could hear her gasp a bit, the jolt of reality finally waking her up. Remi tried to interject but Sam couldn't stop his words from continuing, "No, I'm fucking done. I just can't do this. I can't support both you and myself. It was one thing before when I was fine, I could put up with your drinking but now I just can't. It's impossible for me to hold us both up like this so I'm done."
"Sam, please. I'm sorry OK?"
"No, I won't do this anymore Remi. Maybe if it were any other day I wouldn't be so upset, but you knew what today was. I told you multiple times and you just don't give a shit so I'm done."
"I do care Sam, I was just scared for you.....for us." Unfortunately Sam didn't hear that part having already hung up. Clicking the end call button wasn't as satisfying as slamming down a telephone, but Sam gave it a hard enough click that he got some small joy out of it. That joy was quickly replaced by rage though, angry at Remi for abandoning him, but mostly angry at himself for relying so heavily on someone else. He hated himself for letting it get to this point, so far in his life he'd only ever needed himself, Glenn was a friend but he never needed this level of emotional support before and now he didn't have it. Sam lay in his bed fuming, letting the rage and hate wash over him. His phone buzzed and rang with texts and calls until Sam finally shut it off throwing it against the wall. He was officially done with Remi, he thought he'd at least be somewhat happy no longer having to worry about hurting someone or being hurt, but Sam's chest was on fire. The pain forcing itself to the forefront as Sam winced in pain. Either caused by a broken heart or cancer, Sam couldn't tell, the only thing he could do was bear with it until it passed.
"Look, Remi there's something I've been meaning to tell you." For the first time in their conversation his voice softened.
"Oh?" She sat up facing the camera more, "Wh-...what is it Sammy?" Remi, too, feared an impending break-up given the way things had been going.
Sam let out a sigh, fighting to find the words, "I..I should've said something sooner, but I uh, dammit why can't I just say it?"
"J-just take your time Sammy, I'm not going anywhere."
"Remi, I'm dying....sort of...not really." He sighed again, flustered, as Remi's face was taken over by confusion, "I have cancer, small cell lung cancer to be specific. Which apparently isn't as bad as it sounds according to my doctors. I guess I'm not dying, they haven't given me a time-frame or anything, but I do have cancer."
"Sammy, shut up for a second. You have cancer? Oh my god, how long have you not been telling me?!"
"I don't know about...a couple of months maybe" Sam's hate was momentarily replaced by guilt.
"Months? What the hell? Why didn't you tell me?" This was the first time he'd ever seen/heard her even slightly mad and it was hard to ignore how cute she looked while slightly mad, puffed cheeks and those smoldering eyes.
"I'm sorry, Remi. I didn't know how to tell you. And I kinda maybe thought you'd dump me or something."
"Oh lord, you really don't know women or relationships?" She smiled and laughed a bit, "Sammy I love you, I won't abandon you. OK?"
"Yeah....I just...felt like shit. When you said how you needed me and not to change, it just felt worse. I felt like somehow by getting this I was betraying you. I know, that's dumb, but it's how I felt. I said I wouldn't change, but I kind did.
"Your body changed Sam, YOU didn't. You're still my Sammy, OK?"
Sam nodded and from their the conversation was back on track. It felt good to finally tell her and it seemed like everything was OK. There was still a slight tinge of awkwardness, but it felt less damaging than it had before. And after awhile they both signed off, saying good bye. Sam, at least, thought the relationship was now fine and the danger had passed. The next couple days went fine as well, normal conversations and less physical pain. For a moment he was allowed to think he was cancer-free, but next Friday at group he felt the twinge of pain again. It was nothing serious, Sam just figured being in the presence of others with cancer that his had to make itself known.
This time around, small talk was easier though. Ever since unloading to Remi, everything felt easier to Sam and he was unusually cheery for today at least. He had the support of the woman he loved and even at 17 he felt as if she was The One. The session itself went normally, Sam still didn't speak much but that was par for the course for him and he didn't want to sound braggy about being in love and optimistic. The usual optimism here was usually hollow and when the person speaking optimistically spoke it came with a thousand-yard stare of disbelief.
"Well you seem in good spirits. Must've told Remi eh?" Stacii approached him as they were done. Again the two of them were alone, but it was less awkward without the suspicion of kidnapping.
"Yeah, she seemed pretty supportive too. I think it'll be just fine."
"And how's the actual cancer doing?"
"OK I guess? I have another scan scheduled for tomorrow so we'll find out what's happening in the world of SCLC."
"Good." She smiled touching Sam's shoulder, "I'm happy for you."
It felt awkward again for Sam, most physical touch did. "I hope this doesn't seem rude Stacii, but umm...why are you treating me special? I don't see you talk or act with others like this."
Her smile didn't waver, almost as if she expected the question, "Because you remind me a lot of Travis. He was smart, handsome, and wildly talented."
"I think I only fit one of those three." And for once Sam's humor got a genuine laugh.
"I'd go with handsome then. Anyways, Travis went the way I hope you don't Sam. He became increasingly sheltered and let the cancer win before it even did. He'd given up before he even started treatment and when it came time to finally do chemo his body and heart weren't in it. So, that's why I treat you special. I saw the same thing happening to you and I got scared. Not to sound offensive since this is my job, but people dying isn't a big deal. I came into this knowing that would happen and I feel sad when people die, but I feel worse when people don't try. If you're gonna go down, go down swinging right?"
"Well, I'm not usually one for sports metaphors but I know what you mean." For maybe the first time in his life, Sam initiated the hug which Stacii readily reciprocated. "Thank you Stacii."
After that it was again a normal night for Sam. Even the thought of more scans tomorrow didn't bother him. He let Remi know the time and what was going on, then went to bed peacefully. He carried that feeling of contentedness into the morning as he got ready. Sam walked downstairs, zipping up his hoodie, to see his mother at the table. She had taken to sleeping in later, exhausted probably, from figuring out all the adult stuff like financing his treatments. They weren't poor by any means, so paying wasn't an issue, it was still a pain to figure out though.
"Coming to the appointment Mom?" He asked grabbing his keys out of key bowl.
"N-no" She sniffled louder wiping her eyes, "It's been a long night Sam."
"I can tell, but look. I'm fine Mom, they'll probably say I'm cancer free. I've been feeling good lately so that must be good right?" And she nodded in response trying to force a smile, but she wasn't as good at faking it as Sam was. "I'll have the Dr. Sureesh call you as soon as I'm out OK? I'm meeting Glenn for lunch afterwards. Is that OK? Cause I can reschedule."
"No, no Sam you go have fun. Like I told you from the start, I don't want you to stop doing things just because of this."
"All right." Sam smiled a bit putting a hand on her back, rubbing it gently, "I'll probably be home sometime around 2 or 3" She nodded again as Sam turned to walk out the door.
Like most of the routines Sam had settled himself into, arriving at the hospital was no different. He walked and signed in, talked with the nurse, headed into the exam room, talked with Dr. Sureesh briefly, was left alone to change into the abnormally flow-y hospital robe, and then escorted into the MRI room. The only thing different this time was he sneaked his phone in, granted it wasn't well hidden since he just clutched in his hand.
"Hey, going under now. Text you when I'm done." He texted as fast as he could, before Dr. Sureesh came in trying to be the responsible adult and scold him.
"You know things like this are dangerous in here Samuel."
"Yeah, but you're the one who's been pushing me to 'live my life' I'm just text Remi." Sam smiled handing him the phone, "Plus I planned on handing it to you anyways."
"You're lucky I like you Samuel, now go." He waved his hands towards the MRI and Sam complied, getting situated on the table.
The scan started and the slight bit of panic and paranoia set in. It's hard not to feel that way laying motionless in a sterile white room as a large machine whirrs and scans your body. There's a very sci-fi feel to it as if this thing is about to digitally scan your body into a virtual world, a world were cancer doesn't exist and light bikes are totally a thing. After the scan, Sam was allowed his phone back and escorted to his room once again to change clothes and get debriefed. There was no response from Remi, which concerned him. She had promised to be waiting for him to get out, he was sure he gave her all the right times but maybe he didn't. He was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt out of either love or naivety or both. Sam wasn't allowed long to dwell on it though as Dr. Sureesh shuffled in looking more somber than usual.
"Wait, let me guess, you're sad cause I'm cured and you'll never get to see me again?" Sam's brand of terrible humor strikes again.
"Actually it's the opposite Samuel." They way he said it and the weight of the words hit Sam at different points as he tried to understand what the doctor meant, "Unfortunately the medication is no longer working as well as we'd like. It's started growing on us, so our next move is chemo and radiation...I'm sorry Sam I really thought the medication would be enough, but that's the tough thing about medicine and especially cancer...we never quite know what will happen."
"No...that's fine. I mean more cancer isn't fine but it's not your fault so don't apologize. Chemo and radiation...." The words echoed in the silence of the room, "At least there are next steps right? I mean that's better than just going onto to pain management and all that right?"
"I suppose you're right Samuel. You are taking this a lot better than I had expected. Most people are a wreck after this news." The doctor had a small smile on his face, "Those group sessions must be helping."
"Nah those are useless," Sam smiled, "It's just helpful to have the support of friends and loved ones, blah blah blah, all that Hallmark crap. Is it OK if I get going though? I don't mean to rush, but I gotta meet Glenn."
"No no that's OK Samuel. I don't want to hold you back. I am going to review everything and we will call you to set up your appointments OK? It's not too bad yet, so I'm just going to up your meds a bit and we'll come back to this in a few weeks." He handed Sam a new prescription list as they headed out.
Still no response from Remi, which now started to worry Sam but he had no time to ponder over it as he pulled out of the parking lot. He only had an hour or so before Glenn had to leave for an away game and they usually met for some greasy diner food before hand. From a sophomore health class Sam could've sworn he remembered that grease and sports don't mix well, but it's hard to get some people out of their superstitious rituals. It was fine for Sam though since he didn't have to participate, but he was always worried Glenn would end up puking as he rounded first or something like that.
"You were almost late." Glenn said, sitting on the stone slab of the entrance as Sam exited his car.
"Sorry, some of us do more important things than hit balls with sticks." He laughed helping Glenn up, feeling a twinge in his chest from the exertion. Sam choked down the cough and pain as they walked inside.
"So, anything new with Remi? You guys kiss?" Glenn mused making kissing faces at Sam.
"Yes, they actually have a new app where you can kiss through computers." They both laughed.
"Seriously though man, like why? Couldn't find a girl a bit closer?"
"I don't know, I guess not....She just...I don't know how to word it, but to put it in the stupidest words, 'she completes me'."
Glenn looked a bit disbelieving, "If you say so. As long as you're happy or whatever I'm supposed to say to show support."
"You're just jealous because I have a hot girlfriend and you, Glenn Horton, star shortstop for the New Haven Bluejays are single and alone." Sam put as much showmanship into the last half of that sentence as he could and they shared a laugh as their food came in.
"But seriously..." Sam said after a bit, looking down at his food, "She might be the one, you know?"
"I don't claim to be an expert in love, but I know these two facts. One is that you're only 17 I wouldn't commit to anything like that this early and two is that about things like this I'm usually wrong so if you feel it then commit to everything."
It felt nice for Sam to have Glenn's approval. He always worried people would discredit their relationship because it was purely virtual, but the feelings weren't. Sure they hadn't physically touched each other, but they knew the others face and mannerisms. With sex or even the temptation of sex, they were allowed to grow together and for what little Sam knew about love it felt like true love. The truest he'd experienced up until this point at least.
The conversation afterwards was mainly about the upcoming game and Glenn's plans for big league fame. He certainly had the skill and talent for it. They said their goodbyes as they walked outside, a teammate of Glenn's driving in to pick him up. Sam awkwardly gave a small wave having briefly known the guy from math class last year. After they'd left Sam got into his car heading off to the pharmacy, still no response from Remi. Once home, he'd decided he would text again. There was no mother present when he walked inside, she'd either left or was asleep upstairs or God forbid she actually went to work. Sam tossed his bag of pills onto his desk and then laid down in his bed flipping on the TV.
He pulled out his phone, 3:04 PM, she'd have to be up by now, "Hey you awake or are you dead?"
"....." There was no response for awhile. Sam sighed a bit checking his phone about every 15 seconds, hearing phantom vibrations. After 5 minutes of waiting, a direct call was decided to be the next course of action.
A few rings went by before Sam was greeted by a male voice and quickly hung up. Maybe she was just sick and had a low voice? He wanted to give Remi the benefit of the doubt again, but now it was a bit harder. Avoiding him and a non-Remi voice answering Remi's phone was more than not normal. Was she cheating on him? She didn't have any siblings he was aware of, but then again he never investigated to deeply into her family.
Sam's phone began ringing this time, a call from Remi. Reluctantly he answered, "Hello?"
Surprisingly he was greeted by Remi's voice, albeit groggy and hungover, "Why are you calling so late?"
"Do you even know who you're talking to right now?" He found himself angry again, it was one thing before when she didn't know but now it was unforgivable.
"Sam, what do you want?" She sounded a bit annoyed.
"Sorry to disturb you're partying. I just wanted to tell you we're fucking done." Sam didn't feel good for cursing, but his anger plowed right through it.
"Huh? What are you even talking about Sam?"
"We're done, over, broken up. That's what I'm talking about." He could hear her gasp a bit, the jolt of reality finally waking her up. Remi tried to interject but Sam couldn't stop his words from continuing, "No, I'm fucking done. I just can't do this. I can't support both you and myself. It was one thing before when I was fine, I could put up with your drinking but now I just can't. It's impossible for me to hold us both up like this so I'm done."
"Sam, please. I'm sorry OK?"
"No, I won't do this anymore Remi. Maybe if it were any other day I wouldn't be so upset, but you knew what today was. I told you multiple times and you just don't give a shit so I'm done."
"I do care Sam, I was just scared for you.....for us." Unfortunately Sam didn't hear that part having already hung up. Clicking the end call button wasn't as satisfying as slamming down a telephone, but Sam gave it a hard enough click that he got some small joy out of it. That joy was quickly replaced by rage though, angry at Remi for abandoning him, but mostly angry at himself for relying so heavily on someone else. He hated himself for letting it get to this point, so far in his life he'd only ever needed himself, Glenn was a friend but he never needed this level of emotional support before and now he didn't have it. Sam lay in his bed fuming, letting the rage and hate wash over him. His phone buzzed and rang with texts and calls until Sam finally shut it off throwing it against the wall. He was officially done with Remi, he thought he'd at least be somewhat happy no longer having to worry about hurting someone or being hurt, but Sam's chest was on fire. The pain forcing itself to the forefront as Sam winced in pain. Either caused by a broken heart or cancer, Sam couldn't tell, the only thing he could do was bear with it until it passed.
Monday, April 7, 2014
Gas Station Breakfast: Chapter 7
They pulled into another gas station for, hopefully, their last pit stop at least for awhile. Neither Glenn nor Sam said much as they went about their business at the pump. Having now arrived in the town of Remi, Sam felt unreasonably nervous and nauseous. He couldn't tell if it was the medications, the sub-par food, or the fact that he was about to meet the love of his life, or maybe a combination of all three. He stared out over the town as he filled the car up thinking maybe he might catch a glimpse of her, but Remi didn't show up before Glenn came back out with another bottle of Coke in hand. Sam unhitched the gas pump and returned it home before climbing back into the driver's seat. This was the moment of truth for him, his hands gripped the steering wheel as they pulled out.
He had the address of her house memorized, he had used it to mail her a gift or two before. Sam didn't think he'd be using it in this capacity ever, but it was nice to have on record instead of referencing the map every 20 feet. As they crawled along trying to find the right street Sam's head was drowning in his own thoughts. Should he have told Glenn about the cancer or kept hiding it? Would Remi be excited to see him or would she want to at all? And most importantly, why was he doing this? He felt as if Glenn deserved an answer to this question and at the very least Sam should know why he was as well. Was it really all because of love? Was there something deeper behind it all? The thoughts piled up as Sam pulled into the parking lot of a closed down diner. He knew they were only a block or two away from Remi, but pulling into her driveway seemed a bit too forward and the walk would give him time to compose himself.
"So why are we here?" Glenn said his first words in over an hour.
"Well it's close to her house and I ca-"
"You know what I mean." Glenn cut him off.
"You want the truth?" He waited as Glenn gave a short nod, "I don't know. I just don't honestly know Glenn. It's hard to explain to you because I can't explain it to myself."
"There's a start." He straightened up in the seat, "Take your time, but I'm not letting you out of this car until we both know. I let the cancer thing slide for too long apparently and I don't want you to regret this decision either. At this point in time we can still back out, return home, and act like nothing happened. But you owe it not to me, but to yourself, to sort out these feelings and explain clearly why we are chasing after a girl you dumped a few weeks ago."
"It was only a week ago."
"Whatever, I don't care about the when, where, how, or what. My only concern is the why."
Sam let out a long exasperated sigh and stared at his steering wheel, hands still firmly attached to it. He searched around in his head for an answer, but couldn't find one. Glenn waited patiently beside him though and Sam knew he was serious about keeping him contained. Glenn locked the doors with a smirk, holding a finger down on the lock. Even if Sam managed to unlock it quick enough and escape, he would be hunted down. Glenn was naturally more athletic than Sam, being a big-time baseball star getting a scholarship to some D-2 school and Sam, even without cancer slowing him down, was only able to manage chess as a "sport". An escape on foot was then impossible and he certainly couldn't force Glenn out. So, all he could do for the time being was sit in silence and gather the answer they both needed.
"Where to begin," He started after minutes of silence, "Cancer changes a man Glenn," he tried starting with humor, but Glenn was having none of it, "Look I really can't give you a good solid answer man. I guess at the very best I want answers. The past few weeks between me and her have been hell. I just got so selfish in the fact that I was dying and needed help that I couldn't see that she was hurting too......I....I put all the blame on her for why I felt so shitty. In short I was a complete dick. I need to apologize to her, but she hasn't responded to my texts for a few days....Whether or not I live through this cancer or whatever, I guess I wanted some answers, some validation that my life meant something to someone. And before you even start I know I mean something to you, but you know what I mean. I need to know what me and Remi had was real I guess.....I don't know man it's really hard to word it right. I have the thoughts in my head, but I lack to social skills to properly communicate."
Glenn waited a moment, then took his hand off the lock, "All right then, let's go." He smiled a bit, he might not have fully understood Sam's reasoning and that's mainly because Sam didn't understand himself, but it was enough for him to free his captive.
He had the address of her house memorized, he had used it to mail her a gift or two before. Sam didn't think he'd be using it in this capacity ever, but it was nice to have on record instead of referencing the map every 20 feet. As they crawled along trying to find the right street Sam's head was drowning in his own thoughts. Should he have told Glenn about the cancer or kept hiding it? Would Remi be excited to see him or would she want to at all? And most importantly, why was he doing this? He felt as if Glenn deserved an answer to this question and at the very least Sam should know why he was as well. Was it really all because of love? Was there something deeper behind it all? The thoughts piled up as Sam pulled into the parking lot of a closed down diner. He knew they were only a block or two away from Remi, but pulling into her driveway seemed a bit too forward and the walk would give him time to compose himself.
"So why are we here?" Glenn said his first words in over an hour.
"Well it's close to her house and I ca-"
"You know what I mean." Glenn cut him off.
"You want the truth?" He waited as Glenn gave a short nod, "I don't know. I just don't honestly know Glenn. It's hard to explain to you because I can't explain it to myself."
"There's a start." He straightened up in the seat, "Take your time, but I'm not letting you out of this car until we both know. I let the cancer thing slide for too long apparently and I don't want you to regret this decision either. At this point in time we can still back out, return home, and act like nothing happened. But you owe it not to me, but to yourself, to sort out these feelings and explain clearly why we are chasing after a girl you dumped a few weeks ago."
"It was only a week ago."
"Whatever, I don't care about the when, where, how, or what. My only concern is the why."
Sam let out a long exasperated sigh and stared at his steering wheel, hands still firmly attached to it. He searched around in his head for an answer, but couldn't find one. Glenn waited patiently beside him though and Sam knew he was serious about keeping him contained. Glenn locked the doors with a smirk, holding a finger down on the lock. Even if Sam managed to unlock it quick enough and escape, he would be hunted down. Glenn was naturally more athletic than Sam, being a big-time baseball star getting a scholarship to some D-2 school and Sam, even without cancer slowing him down, was only able to manage chess as a "sport". An escape on foot was then impossible and he certainly couldn't force Glenn out. So, all he could do for the time being was sit in silence and gather the answer they both needed.
"Where to begin," He started after minutes of silence, "Cancer changes a man Glenn," he tried starting with humor, but Glenn was having none of it, "Look I really can't give you a good solid answer man. I guess at the very best I want answers. The past few weeks between me and her have been hell. I just got so selfish in the fact that I was dying and needed help that I couldn't see that she was hurting too......I....I put all the blame on her for why I felt so shitty. In short I was a complete dick. I need to apologize to her, but she hasn't responded to my texts for a few days....Whether or not I live through this cancer or whatever, I guess I wanted some answers, some validation that my life meant something to someone. And before you even start I know I mean something to you, but you know what I mean. I need to know what me and Remi had was real I guess.....I don't know man it's really hard to word it right. I have the thoughts in my head, but I lack to social skills to properly communicate."
Glenn waited a moment, then took his hand off the lock, "All right then, let's go." He smiled a bit, he might not have fully understood Sam's reasoning and that's mainly because Sam didn't understand himself, but it was enough for him to free his captive.
1 month ago
The strain of lying to everyone was becoming a hassle for Sam. He needed support from somewhere, but his mom was a wreck and he didn't want to tell Glenn yet. Even Remi seemed out of the question, how could he burden her with his dying self? It grew more and more frustrating as he found himself avoiding school, classes, and most people. It was emotionally exhausting which didn't help any when added to his physical exhaustion. Most nights Sam counted himself lucky to make it into his bed, he was particularly weighed down with labored breaths or chest pains, but the medicinal cocktail he was taking was certainly taking it's toll and no matter how much tinkering Dr. Sureesh did with the dosing it never helped.
"So you are still feeling tired?" He asked one day as Sam sat on the exam bench. "I see you drove yourself here today, that is good." He mused looking over some papers.
"Hmf," Sam let out a puff of air, "I'm sure the janitor is getting sick of mopping up mom's tears." He had grown more sarcastic and dark as things progressed. Either a side effect of the cancer, drugs, or the whole bottling up his emotions thing.
"Tsk, tsk Samuel, she cares about you, that is why she cries. The cancer is only in your lungs, don't let it spread to your heart." He tossed the clipboard onto the counter and motioned for Sam to lift up his shirt as he grabbed the stethoscope.
Sam raised his shirt up to his shoulders, feeling guilty in the silence that followed for the remark he made about his mom. He knew she cared and losing her husband and now her son had to be rough. He breathed in and out at Dr. Sureesh's command going through the routine that he'd now been accustomed to since D-day.
"It is good...not great, but not terrible." Dr. Sureesh said as he rounded the exam table to face Sam again, grabbing his clipboard on the way to make notes. "How has support group been going?"
"Wouldn't know." Sam responded rolling his shirt down, "Haven't been in a week or so. Just felt too tired ya know?"
"Mhmm," Dr. Sureesh wasn't buying it, "I know it is rough for you Samuel. I know. But you need more than just medical help. You may think you are a big, tough, young man, but no one has ever gotten through life on their own. No one wants to listen to an old stiff like me, but I am right, this I know for sure. Now then," He made an exaggerated move of his wrist to check the time, "If my schedule is correct you have Group in about 10 minutes. If we take my car you will get there in no time Samuel."
"Wait, what? We? I have my own car Dr. Sureesh." Sam pleaded.
"Yes and if you take that you will only go home. And please call me Raza." He was already grabbing his keys and heading for the door. Sam helplessly followed behind.
They didn't speak for the duration of their short ride and Sam just stared out the window. When they finally arrived, Dr. Sureesh said he'd be back to escort Sam to his car and subsequently drove off. Sam stood there on the concrete sidewalk staring down the doors. The few times he went were awful and he hadn't bothered to learn any names so coming back in would be awkward as people remembered him and he blankly smiled in return. The worst of it all would be the re-introduction of Stacii, yes with two I's, there overly energetic leader. She herself was a mid-20's grad student with a Bachelor's Degree in Counseling with a minor in Psychology. Stacii was aptly qualified and always well put together, casual clothes and hair styles. She was great at her job, but Sam's disinterest severely skewed his view of her. To him she was just a bubbly idiot who had no idea what she was talking about and was only doing this for credits, so the nice act was just a front.
Sam shuffled in trying to sneak into a chair towards a darker corner so he could at least hide until it came time for introductions. It was tolerable then because he was at least forced to talk and could be brief, small talk however would be long and drawn out. He also felt out of place because most everyone here was terminal and he had the joy of ambiguity on his side. It was a gift and a curse to be in the middle like Sam. On either extreme you at least knew the outcome, survivors knew they'd be sacrificing something like a limb but after that they'd be pretty clear and home free. If you were terminal well then at least you knew the end point and it was just a matter of getting there. In Sam's position, it's nice because everyone treats you like a survivor, it's all positive and roses and "you're gonna beat this kiddo!" The other side of it was the fear that you could pop off at any time and that'd be it. Terminals get an estimated end date, survivors get freedom, and the middle people get to wait and see.
"Well hey there stranger!" A voice said sitting down.
Sam turned his head, seeing that the worst has happened. He would be forced into small talk with Stacii, "Hey," he feigned a smile, "Sorry, I haven't been here in awhile."
"No problem, so long as you're still here and kicking." She returned a genuine smile and Sam felt guilty for his false one. "You holding on all right then?"
"Yeah, yeah. Some days better than others you know?"
She nodded as the others started to shuffle into the circle and take their spots. Unlike he'd hoped, Stacii stayed in her spot next to him. Being that it was a circle and she insisted that she wasn't their leader, just another friend, it didn't matter where she sat and still Sam hoped she'd move so he could sulk in silence. He tried to take an apathetic stance, slumping in his chair, arms lazily hanging in his lap, hoping this would detract her from asking him any questions. God forbid you ignore Stacii's questions, "Talking through things is essential to dealing with problems" or so she said. Sam dealt with things just fine without talking, or so he said.
When it came his turn for introductions Sam stood up flatly announcing, "I'm Samuel Bennent and I have limited stage Small Cell lung cancer." then sat down without anything else. He remained quiet and tried to be as small as possible as the others talked. Occasionally he felt his chest rumble with an impending cough, but Sam usually managed to keep it down to a muffled noise. The burning sensation in his chest told him it wasn't a good idea, but the less noise he made the less questions he'd face afterwards. "How's it going buddy? Sounded kinda rough back there?" or "That sounds just awful, you poor thing." Halfway through the session, Stacii put her hand on Sam's knee giving it a good squeeze and holding onto it. It happened to be at the same time he was having a coughing fit and someone was extolling the latest tragedy in their tale. He couldn't tell if the hand was for him, for the other person, or for both. Sam caught himself staring at her hand examining it. Stacii had a fair complexion, arm dotted with small freckles, her hand was abnormally warm or at least he thought it was, but the strangest thing he noticed was on her hand itself. Normally he wasn't this observant, but focusing on something helped calm his coughing. Sam noticed a small, weathered, tan-line on her ring finger. And again Sam began feeling guilty finally recognizing something everyone else probably already knew, she lost a fiancee or husband to cancer and that's why she was here.
"Sam hang back a bit okay?" She said at the end of the session as everyone began walking out.
Still stunned a bit, Sam politely nodded and stood up. He forced himself into short conversations with a few others to try and regain his composure before facing Stacii again. It was exactly how he imagined it and trying to squeeze out some sympathies made his chest hurt worse, but suffer through it he did until everyone else had shuffled out.
"Thank you for staying a little longer Sam." She smiled politely as she walked up to him.
Sam half smiled and glanced back out the glass door, "It's fine my ride isn't here anyways." They both smiled and laughed softly.
"I know it must seem weird asking you to stay here and the whole leg thing. I'm sorry, it's just hard sometimes you know?" She let the last syllable hang in the air a bit, "But we all have each other to help out."
"Yeah, but coming here to the touchy-feely sessions doesn't exactly cure cancer."
"Sam, you know what I mean." She sighed a bit, breaking her cheery demeanor, "This isn't just about you. You probably haven't noticed, but your mother comes to the Parents of children with cancer sessions. Have you talked with her about your condition lately? What about Remi? How is she coping?"
Sam blinked a bit stunned because he hadn't noticed and was confused for a moment as to how she knew Remi. He looked down in the silence, obviously looking guilty, "I....I haven't even told Remi. She doesn't need to know. The less she knows, the less damage I can do right? I don't want this to become a huge deal and have her worrying about a sick boyfriend."
"Well I can't fault your intentions, but I can blame you for being stupid, Samuel. When you get home, I want you to call and tell her. She has every right to know, I'm going to assume you've dropped the L-word a few times?" She waited for Sam's nod of affirmation, "Then she cares about you and knowing women like I do, hint I am one, she'll be more hurt you didn't tell her than sad at the fact that you have cancer. Trust me it's what my husband did and if I learned one thing from it that's don't hide behind your cancer and use it as an excuse not to live. If you're dying isn't that all the more reason to live? I'm sorry Sam I don't mean to lecture you, but from the way your mother talks about you it's hard not to feel like you are just biding time till you keel over."
Sam ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily, "No...it's...I mean.......You're right. I've been a sucky cancer kid lately. This has just been a kind of personal disease, so I thought I should deal with it myself. But you....Dr. Sureesh....Glenn you're all right. Thanks." Sam gave his first genuine smile since D-day and almost as if it were rehearsed and choreographed he heard the honk of Dr. Sureesh's car.
Before he could say good-bye, Stacii had already embraced him in a unusually strong hug. She held onto it for a few moments as Sam gingerly wrapped his arms around her. Most of the time physical contact made Sam uncomfortable and that was only exacerbated by the cancer, but now in this moment he felt relaxed. It was the comfort his mother wasn't strong enough to provide and Remi wasn't near enough to. He heard Stacii whisper "Please come back." as she let go and Sam nodded before leaving. Sam and Dr. Sureesh didn't talk on the ride back, Dr. Sureesh only wore a smug smile of satisfaction on his face having both seen the hug and the blush on Sam's face from being so close to a woman.
When he finally arrived home, Sam felt too tired to call Remi. He wanted to force himself to do it and finally tell her, but this required some finesse and for Sam that meant time to collect his words. It was time she knew, he owed her that much after investing so time into Sam. He decided a good night's rest and he'd call in the morning, it was Saturday tomorrow so they'd have plenty of time to talk and sort through everything. Even if it did end in break-up, it'd be a better end than the bitter end he had in mind.
"Thank you for staying a little longer Sam." She smiled politely as she walked up to him.
Sam half smiled and glanced back out the glass door, "It's fine my ride isn't here anyways." They both smiled and laughed softly.
"I know it must seem weird asking you to stay here and the whole leg thing. I'm sorry, it's just hard sometimes you know?" She let the last syllable hang in the air a bit, "But we all have each other to help out."
"Yeah, but coming here to the touchy-feely sessions doesn't exactly cure cancer."
"Sam, you know what I mean." She sighed a bit, breaking her cheery demeanor, "This isn't just about you. You probably haven't noticed, but your mother comes to the Parents of children with cancer sessions. Have you talked with her about your condition lately? What about Remi? How is she coping?"
Sam blinked a bit stunned because he hadn't noticed and was confused for a moment as to how she knew Remi. He looked down in the silence, obviously looking guilty, "I....I haven't even told Remi. She doesn't need to know. The less she knows, the less damage I can do right? I don't want this to become a huge deal and have her worrying about a sick boyfriend."
"Well I can't fault your intentions, but I can blame you for being stupid, Samuel. When you get home, I want you to call and tell her. She has every right to know, I'm going to assume you've dropped the L-word a few times?" She waited for Sam's nod of affirmation, "Then she cares about you and knowing women like I do, hint I am one, she'll be more hurt you didn't tell her than sad at the fact that you have cancer. Trust me it's what my husband did and if I learned one thing from it that's don't hide behind your cancer and use it as an excuse not to live. If you're dying isn't that all the more reason to live? I'm sorry Sam I don't mean to lecture you, but from the way your mother talks about you it's hard not to feel like you are just biding time till you keel over."
Sam ran a hand through his hair, sighing heavily, "No...it's...I mean.......You're right. I've been a sucky cancer kid lately. This has just been a kind of personal disease, so I thought I should deal with it myself. But you....Dr. Sureesh....Glenn you're all right. Thanks." Sam gave his first genuine smile since D-day and almost as if it were rehearsed and choreographed he heard the honk of Dr. Sureesh's car.
Before he could say good-bye, Stacii had already embraced him in a unusually strong hug. She held onto it for a few moments as Sam gingerly wrapped his arms around her. Most of the time physical contact made Sam uncomfortable and that was only exacerbated by the cancer, but now in this moment he felt relaxed. It was the comfort his mother wasn't strong enough to provide and Remi wasn't near enough to. He heard Stacii whisper "Please come back." as she let go and Sam nodded before leaving. Sam and Dr. Sureesh didn't talk on the ride back, Dr. Sureesh only wore a smug smile of satisfaction on his face having both seen the hug and the blush on Sam's face from being so close to a woman.
When he finally arrived home, Sam felt too tired to call Remi. He wanted to force himself to do it and finally tell her, but this required some finesse and for Sam that meant time to collect his words. It was time she knew, he owed her that much after investing so time into Sam. He decided a good night's rest and he'd call in the morning, it was Saturday tomorrow so they'd have plenty of time to talk and sort through everything. Even if it did end in break-up, it'd be a better end than the bitter end he had in mind.
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