Don't Forget

A typical tragic romance, with a twist.

Raven McCleary is your above average American teenager. She excels in school, enjoys the Holidays with her family. Despises her mother's nagging and falls for a guy who could be the one.

Devon Martin is your typical jock. Except he likes school, he loves to read, and he secretly hides a dark secret that could kill his chances with Raven...for good.


4. Chapter Three: Secret




'When I learned what Devon had been hiding, to say I was hurt was an understatement. I'd love him forever...but how long was forever?'


Exactly two months after the dance; I learned the truth about Devon. What he'd been hiding from me. To say he was lying wouldn't exactly be the truth; he just failed to mention the fact of his condition. To say the least I believe that the forever I envisioned would have a quick and tragic end. The day I found out was a sunny mild Tuesday in May. I was talking with my new friend Mary Ellen about Prom when I heard the familiar voice of the boy I had grown to love. I had abruptly stopped mid stride and Mary Ellen turned a few paces ahead of me. 




"Can we a sit awhile?"


"Sure." It was the end of the day and we had no where to be besides the library for our graduation speeches. "What's wrong?"


"Nothing, I just promised Devon I'd wait for him."


"Isn't that Devon over there, on the phone?"


"Yes, I want to hear what he's saying." Mary Ellen quieted herself, as I listened intently behind my book.


"No, Doc I can't start today." There was a pause,


"No, I haven't told her."


"Doc, I know how long I've got left."


"Yea, thanks talk to you later. Yes, I'll tell her I have a run soon." Tears sprung up in my eyes. What the hell was my boyfriend? 


"Ray?" I heard him say, I got up and ran in the opposite direction. I didn't want to know what he'd been hiding. But it has to be bad. 'I'll tell her I have a run soon?' What the hell is that supposed to mean? "Raven...let me explain." I turned slowly, ready to interrogate him.


"What the hell are you hiding Devon?" 


"Okay, run doesn't mean what you think it means. Run means to run some tests. I have to go in to run some tests on my body. I can't start today, because I promised I'd help you write your speech."


"What kind of tests?"


"Ray, sit down." I obliged and he gratefully followed. "I have a strand of cancer, that the doctors don't even know the name of. They've scoured the medical dictionaries, and every account of any disease since I was seven. They have to run tests to make sure it isn't mutating more than it already has. The worst part-"


"What's worse than you having the number one killing machine, and add to that, having it be an unidentifiable strand?"


"Is that without knowing what it is, they can't know for certain when I'll clock out."

"So you don't know when your last day will be?"


"No." Suddenly very angry I stood, and turned on him,


"How could you do this to me? Why start a relationship when you know you're going to die!" A crowd was forming. "Does everyone know?"




"They do don't they?"


"I've known them for eighteen years Ray,"


"So the one person you say you love can't know? But the two hundred people you barely talk to get to know?"


"Ray, its not like that."


"What is it then?"


"When I asked you to the dance, I never expected to fall in love with you. You seemed way too far out of my league, not to mention the fact that it wouldn't be fair of me to start a relationship with you. But it happened, and I'm sorry but I wouldn't change anything." I stood there for awhile in silence, the wind blowing my black raven's wing hair like a fan, highlighting my features that were contorted in anger.


"If it makes you feel any better, I never expected to fall in love with you either."




"No, I'm still pissed at you, but Mary Ellen is waiting for me. Join us if you want. But you should go to the hospital. If you're going to die, I want to be the one to kill you, you fucking idiot." I whispered "I love you Devon; why did you hide this from me?" I asked letting the tears fall finally. He stood and pulled me towards him.


"I'm sorry. From now on, no more secrets."


"I suppose I should tell you about the unicorn in my closet huh?"


"What?" I started to laugh,


"Nothing." I kissed his cheek and wiped my tears. "I'm still mad, but go get better." I demanded, as I walked towards the anxious looking Mary Ellen. Mary Ellen of course wanted answers, and I was happy to supply them to her.


"He has cancer." She feigned a look of shock, and I smiled. "I know you already know."


"It wasn't my secret to tell. I'm sorry Raven."


"Mary Ellen, its fine. Let's get to working on our speeches." Mary Ellen and I sat down and logged onto the school computers and began typing. She'd been here for years so she had plenty to write about. What was I going to write about? Suddenly an idea hit me.


'I came here as the new kid, half way through senior year. I was nervous I wouldn't make any friends worth keeping around; but how wrong I was. When I moved here from Salem, I hated my parents; I hated how they just picked up and moved us out here. But now I'm thankful because well, I met a group of people that no matter what happens stick together to the end. Here I wasn't ridiculed, or anything that usually happens to the new kid.

        Here I met the boy I will love forever. I will not forget him because if I do; it'll be for nothing. Three months of my life would mean nothing. Here I met the boy I want to spend the rest of my life with. He's the Romeo to my Juliet, the Hamlet to my Ophelia, the Edward to my Bella, the Dracula to my Mina. To get to the point; every fictional romance I have ever read he's the real version of it. Our love story unfortunately will end in tragedy. But you all know that already-maybe that's why you looked at with pity in your eyes. Or why Devon's friends always were so nice to me. Or why the teachers would smile as I walked by;or why everyone seemed to know me.

      I know this is supposed to be about my memories here. But my memories consist of Devon. I have a few with my best friend Mary Ellen; one of my favorites is when she accompanied me on my trip back home to meet my other best friend Cynthia. There we basically just talked about my relationship with Devon and shared the pictures of the dance. Graduation I have to say isn't the end; maybe for high school; but to me its a brand new beginning. One where I can start my life on my own. Somewhere out there is a place that is meant for me. I guess what I'm saying is, graduation is just a glorified ceremony where you get a piece of paper that will get you into college and get you a good job. Where you shake hands with the principal and go on your merry way. So cherish the relationships you've made and remember, I'll see you ten years.

           Sincerely the new girl: Raven McClearly'


I printed out my speech and placed it on my bag. Mary Ellen looked at me with envy as she typed through her fourth page. Four pages...graduation is going to take forever. I walked away from her and took out my phone. I called Devon to be sure he went to the hospital as I instructed. He picked up on the second ring.


"Hey." I whispered. "I wanted to make sure you went to the hospital."


"Yes, I'm here. You want to talk to Doc to be sure?"


"No its fine. I'll see you soon. Oh, and Devon?"




"I'm not angry anymore."


"Did you finish your speech?"


"Yes, but you can't hear it until graduation."


"No fair."


"I love you."


"I love you too." He hung up and I returned my phone to my pocket. I'll wait until I'm home in my pajamas to cry. Devon was dying and he didn't know when.


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