Chapter 15: I know you're faking it!

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Chapter 15: I know you're faking!

William's P.O.V.

The movie was finished and the credits were rolling. I heard snoring so I looked over at Mark, Keith and Dylan and saw that they were all sleeping with their mouths wide open. "Did you like the movie?" I asked Naomi. 

"Yeah, it was awesome," She replied. 

"Did you know we have a treehouse in our backyard?" I asked and she shook her head. "Come on," I got up and walked toward our backyard making sure that Naomi was following me. 

"Woah," I heard her say. "Can I go up there?" 

"Yeah, sure," I said. She ran toward the treehouse and climbed the ladders. I climbed the ladders behind her. "I built this," It was true, after I found this house and bought it, I decided to add a treehouse to it. 

"Was it hard?" She asked and I nodded.

"It was really hard, I had to get Collins to help me out with this," I replied. 

"It's just sad to know that..." She started but didn't finish her sentence. 

"It's sad to know what?" I asked. 

"Nevermind," She replied looking out of the treehouse. 

"Tell me," I demanded. 

"It's sad to know that I won't be able to experience the normal life," She whispered. I was really confused. It was sad to know that she wasn't going to be able to experience the normal life? What did she mean by that?

"What do you mean?" I asked. (A/N: No song pun intended :)

"I won't be able to experience the normal life," She said shedding a few tears. 

"You're going to have a normal life," I told her. 

"No I'm not," She said chuckling dryly. "Can't you see it Will? I have cancer, Leukemia, there's no way I'm going to beat it," 

"You're going to beat cancer!" I exclaimed. "I'm sick and tired of you saying that you're going to die because you're not! I know how strong you are, just have a little faith and hope!"

"Hope for what?" She asked wiping the tears. "Hope is a stupid thing! I can't just hope that I beat cancer when I know that I'm not! I'm not going to give myself higher expectations for no damn reason!"

"I don't care what you think, I know you're going to stay alive and I'm not going to lose hope," I told her as she wiped a few more tears. "I pray to god that you stay alive every single night, and when we were in that tent, I always prayed that we got a proper house and now we do," 

"I'm going to go get some food," She said climbing down the ladder. She was right about to walk inside the house but she just collapsed on the ground. My heart stopped for a few seconds. I climbed down the ladder and ran toward her. 

"Naomi wake up, I know you're faking it!" I said. Honestly, I didn't know anything. She's always played these pranks on me but I don't think it was fake this time. I knew something was wrong but I just didn't want to believe it. "Come on Naomi please wake up!" Tears tickled the edge of my eyes. I got up and ran inside. They were still sleeping. "Wake up! Naomi's passed out!" I yelled. They all got up and ran outside. Maybe Naomi was right, hope is a stupid thing. 

Dylan picked her up and ran toward his car. "Keith, drive!" He demanded getting into the backseat. Mark sat in passenger and I sat next to Keith. "Speed up! My grandma drives faster than you!"

"That's one cool grandma," Mark said making Dylan glare daggers at him.

"Mark, someone is about to die in my arms and you're thinking about how cool  my grandma is?!" He yelled making Mark flinch. 

"Sorry," Mark muttered. 

"Yeah, you should be sorry," Dylan said. "Keith, drive faster!"

We finally arrived at the Hospital and Dylan quickly ran out of the car. 


Dylan's P.O.V.

Naomi was in the emergency room and Mark, William, Keith and I were all in the waiting area. Will was sitting on one of the chairs but kept on fidgeting in his seat, Mark was- like always- sleeping, Keith was sitting on his seat staring at the clock and I was walking around the room like a madman. "Dylan sit down, she's going to be okay," Keith said. 

"Do you know that for sure?" I asked and he looked away. 

"No I don't," Keith muttered. "Why are you so sad anyway?"

"What?" I asked.

"It's not like she's your sister or something, I get that you want her to stay alive, we all do but it's not like Naomi was your best friend," Keith said.

"I don't care if she is my enemy! She is a great human being and doesn't deserve to die!" I snapped.

"It's true," Will said. "I remember once she told me: I don't want much in life, the only thing I want is to make other people happy because everyone deserves happiness at least once in their life,

"You and Naomi deserve the best things in life," Mark said. I guess he woke up. 

"I don't know what I'm going to do with my life if she dies," Will muttered. A nurse walked out of the emergency room making everyone get up and walk toward him. 

"Is Naomi okay?" We all asked in unison. 

"I'm afraid she... passed away," As soon as those words came out of the nurses mouth, it felt like someone stabbed me in the chest. I know it's cliche and all but it's true. The nurse excused himself and walked away. Keith walked back to where he was sitting, Will started to cry and went to the toilet, Mark walked back to his seat and I ran out of the Hospital while Keith and Mark chased me. I didn't care what they said or did. I grabbed a motorcycle that was parked outside the Hospital and drove off. 

A few tears escaped my eyes but I let them fall. I didn't care if anyone saw me. I know that Naomi and I weren't best friends or anything but it just hurts to know that she died. I basically made her High School years miserable. And it's sad to know that she didn't get to see her parents because they died in a car crash. And it's even worse to know that it was my fault and that I have to live with the guilt of killing her parents. I didn't want Naomi to know that it was me who crashed into her parents so I faked everything! I made her life miserable! And the rumor that says I went to prison is real. People think it was because I beat up some kid so bad that he had to go to the Hospital, but it's not! It's because I crashed into her parents' car and killed them! No one knows about it though, not even Mark. And I'd like to keep it like that, but I know that I have to tell Naomi one day. 

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't see the car coming toward me with full speed. I fell off the bike and hit my head hard on the side of the curb. I wasn't wearing a helmet either so it was just great *Note the sarcasm*. My vision started to go blurry and the last thing I heard was the Police sirens before it went black...



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