Deadline

I walked out of the small, white room and through the long, hallway until I reached the reception desk. I handed the middle aged woman the small piece of paper the doctor had given me, and then walked out through the waiting room and to my car, not waiting for her to tell me when my next appointment was.

I didn't care.

I got in my car and just drove. Not really having a destination in mind. Not long after, I found myself at Pine Hill Cemetery. It's the most popular cemetery in town, and it's also where all of my family was buried.

But I wasn't here to see any of them.

I parked my red Chevy Cavalier in the middle of the narrow, paved path and took off walking. Pine Hill sits above the rest of the town, and you can see all the way to the ocean from up here. Back in my teenage years me and my best friend used to come up here just to think or be alone. We spent a lot of time up here as teens. At one point in time we were coming up here every day just before sunset and would stay until late into the night. Just talking about whatever was on our minds.

He always promised when we died that we would be buried beside each other, we even had our own spot picked out, right under the tree we always sat on. We would climb up and sit on a specific branch together for hours.

This is where I am going.

I finally found the tree that overlooked the city and I climbed all the way to the branch we used to sit on, and my mind immediately started to wander.

Ya know, I always knew I would end up here, it's actually something I had planned, but I never knew it would be this soon. I always imagined myself growing old with the love of my life, watching my children, and my children's children grow old. I never thought that I would be that person. The person who dies before they accomplish anything that they had planned. I never thought I would have to stop planning for my future, and start planning for my funeral. I never thought I would be given an expiration date.

But most of all, I never thought I'd die completely and utterly alone.

I always thought he would be there for me when I needed him, like now. After my family died, he was all I had, but after highschool he started a band. A very successful band, and I went off to college. We stayed in touch for a while, and then I didn't hear from him for several month's. The next time I did, it was in the form of a wedding invitation. Not only did I not go to the wedding, I also didn't try to contact him again. It's my fault he's not here when I need him, I bet he would be had I went to his wedding.. Oh my God how I need him. But he's somewhere else now, he could be any where actually. With his band, I doubt he's even in the state of California.

There's always the option to call him and tell him, that I'm ya know, dying.. But I doubt I have any significance to him anymore.

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