This is not the End

This is another short story that I wrote. I kind of put myself into it when my grandmother died of cancer. This story is dedicated to her and everyone who has gone through losing a lost one through cancer.

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“Checkmate!” Said Cindy. “No fair! You cheated!” I yelled. “Uh uh! I played fair and square!” Cindy said back to me with a smile. We both started laughing. “Oh, Cindy, you make me laugh what would I do without you ?” I said. “Win for once.” Teased Cindy. “Hahaha…very funny.” We both signed and looked at each other smiling. “So, how everything in the outside world?” asked Cindy. “Not much, everyone misses you. How long do you have to stay here?” I asked. Cindy let out a big sigh then looked out the window of her small, colorless hospital room. “I wish I could tell you. The Doctors say the cancer isn’t looking good, but I feel fine right now.” I grab Cindy’s hand. “Are you sure you’re going to be okay? I don’t know what I do if something happened to you.” Cindy pats my hand and says, “No matter what happens it is all in God’s hands. He’s looking out for me.” I quickly reached for my cheek to wipe away my tear. “Morgan, just think about it, spring is almost here. The snow is starting to melt and then flowers will blossom, our town will be like a garden. Then before you know summer will be here, and we’ll be at the beach until the stars come out then we’ll go inside and do girl gossip like we use to do….” Cindy then stopped. I picked off where she left off. “Before you got cancer.” She looked at me. “Yeah, before that, just trust me, I’ll be out of here soon. I have a feeling.” The nurse then walked in with her Bright color clip board. Cindy looked up smiling and said, “Hi Macy! What is it?” Macy then said, “I’m sorry to have to tell you girls this, but visiting hours are over. Cindy, we have to give you some more Kemo.” Cindy smiled but sighed. She then looked at me. “It was nice chatting with you. Don’t forget all of our summer plans!” I leaned over Cindy’s bedside and gave her a hug trying to fight back tears. “I won’t forget.” I told her. She then pushed something into my hand. “Don’t open it until you leave.” Cindy told me. I nodded my head then began to walk towards the door. I turned again and looked at Cindy. “Goodbye, Cindy. You’re my bestest best friend I could ever have!” She smiled and said, “Right back at you!” I gave a final wave then left. It was hard to leave. The walls that were fighting my tears were beginning to break. I ran to my car and slammed the door shut. The walls broke and tears fled out. I forced myself to stop. I told myself, “God is watching over Cindy. Nothing is going to happen.” I then looked at what Cindy put in my hand, it was an envelope. I was about to open it, but something inside told me know wasn’t the time. I finally decided now was the time to pull out of the parking lot and go home. It was getting pretty late, and I had school in the morning.

I arrived home. I walked in and was greeted by my mother. “How did it go? How is she?” my mother asked. “It went well, she said she was doing okay. But I’m dead tired and need to get some sleep.” I replied to my mother. “Okay, sweetie, sleep tight.” As I turned away and started to walk up to my room I could see a single tear roll down my mother’s eye. I close my door and lay on my bed. I folded my hands and closed my eyes, “Lord, please heal Cindy. I want her back.” As I prayed tears leaked out. I then turned onto my pillow and fell asleep.

‘BEEP! BEEP!’ my alarm went off. I turn and hit the snooze button. Wow, what a night. I got up and just fish something out of my drawer. I then pulled the clothes over my body and finished getting ready. I stepped out of my room and close the door. I slid down the stairs into the kitchen. I said hi to my mother and grabbed my favorite cereal. I scooped shovels full of cereal in my mouth. I placed my bowl in the sink then scooted my way out the door. I started walking to school. I then looked at Cindy’s house, a couple down from us. It looked abandoned. Cindy’s family must be at the hospital with her. I did a quick little prayer for Cindy as I walked. I then took a deep breath and walked into school. The halls were filled with kids making lots of noise, but the halls seemed different, like something was missing, Cindy. I tried not to think of her condition and just think of our summer plans. Yes, this summer was going to be the best. Cindy would be better, and then we would have all the fun we could together. I started to smile as I thought of this. I walked into my homeroom and sat down. The bell rang then everyone quickly took their seats. Class began. Mr. Williams began teaching us all different kinds of stuff, but I wasn’t really paying attention. I was staring out the window thinking of summer, oh the hope summer brings. The phone then rings and Mr. William walks over to answer it. Everyone then looks out the window, probably thinking the same thing, summer. Mr. Williams hangs up the phone then walks over to my desk. “Morgan, you need to go to the main office. And take all your stuff with you.” Mr. Williams tells me. I gather my things and walk out of class. I walk down the hall to the main office, I couldn’t think of what I did wrong. I walk in to see my mother standing there with face fighting back tears. I immediately drop my back pack. “What’s wrong mom? What happened?” I yelled. She tried so hard to fight back tears, but some started to slip through. “Morgan, sweetie, I have some good news and bad news.” I started to feel really confused and scared. “What is it?” I gulped. “The good news is that Cindy is no longer in pain…” my mother pushed out of her month. “And she is cure? The cancer is gone?!” I begged with hope. “I’m sorry honey, no. Early this morning, Cindy has became an angel. She is gone.” Right at that very moment my world ended. I clasped on the floor. My mom rushed over to me and hugged me tightly saying, “She’s in no more pain, she’s in no more pain.” I grab her closer and cry. My mom helps me up and leads me out to the car. On the ride home my mother acts brave for me and rubs my knee. I continue to cry. We pull into our drive way. My turns and looks at me, “I know this is hard. It’s hard for me too, but she had a good fight. Be thankful the moments you did have with her. Anyways, I got you out of school for the rest of the day and tomorrow if you need it. For now get some rest or go for a walk, whatever helps. And I’m always here for you.” She leans over and gives me a great big hug. She then gets out of the car and helps me out. I walk inside quickly to my room. I lay on my bed and cry, “Why Lord, Why?” I turn over and spot the envelope that Cindy gave me the previous night. With an unsteady hand, slowly grab it. I sit up and open it. Out falls two items; a gold locket and letter. I grab the letter then read it,

“Dear beloved friend Morgan, I know times may seem hopeless. But its okay. I know I won’t always be here. Whether I die tonight or fifty years from now, everything is okay, because I have the Lord as my savoir. When it is my time to go, I’m ready because I will be in the arms of Jesus. You have meant a lot to me. You have been there for me through thick and thin. I love you. And I don’t want you to be sad for me. I want you to be happy and live your life to the fullest. Summer is near, then we’ll have a blast. I feel that freedom is near. I also enclosed in this envelope my heart locket. I want you to have it so it can you remember the good times, and to help you be strong in the difficult times. Inside it a picture of you and I. Alright, I see you pulling into the parking lot. I have to finish this before you get here. Be strong! Love ya!”

Love, your best friend,

Cindy

I quenched the locket in my hand and wipe away my tears. I put the necklace around my neck and look at the picture inside, it was us having fun at the beach. I remember that day, my mom took the picture. It was the day before Cindy was diagnose with Cancer. I close the locket and grip it tightly. I place the letter on my night stand and walk out of my room to the outside. I started to walk towards Cindy’s house, a lifeless, gloomy house it now seems. I continue to walk pass it thinking of Cindy. Something then caught my eye, a single rose growing in Cindy’s yard. Surrounded by snow this rose grew. It was a beautiful, bright red rose. It lit up the house, like Cindy would. I started think, ‘This is not the end. It is only the beginning. Spring is soon coming, just like Cindy said. A time to start fresh and clean.’ I knelt down by the rose. ‘Cindy, I will see you again, and you’ll be sitting in Jesus’ lap. I won’t be sad anymore, I will live out our summer plans and I will not let your memory and impact die.’ I then pulled my wallet out and placed a picture of Cindy by the rose. I stood up and looked down at the rose and picture. “I may have to say goodbye right now, but it is not a final good bye. For I will see ya again. Goodbye Cindy.” I then walk away back to my house, her memory never forgotten.