You Won't Be Forgotten

Trevor Beck is a college student. He and his friends like to drink and party every night. Emma Charles is a freshman college student. Her best friend is Heather Williams. She is left in despair after one of Trevor's friends tries to rape Heather. Later on, Emma finds out that she has cancer.


9. Emma - Is this really a life?

- Emma's side - 

For the next month, me and Trevor hung out more, and we literally spent every single second we had with each other.

We were official, and of course, rumors started.

I ignored Toby after the incident, because I didn't even want to think about what had happened.

"Hey, baby," Trevor said as he hugged me. We were at lunch. "How was your day? Did any bastards hit on you?"

"Why would they when I have such a great boyfriend," I said, hugging him back and smiling.

"Trust me. You know that baseball player, Luke? He was talking about how hot you were in my math class. God, I wanted to rip his mouth off," he said, angrily.

"Trust me that you won't get in a fight because of me," I said, kissing his cheek. "You know that I won't look at another guy."

"Then promise me that you'd go to homecoming with me," he said, as he took out a rose from his back pocket.

I totally had forgotten that homecoming was coming up in a week. When I saw the rose, I smiled a bright smile.

"Oh, my God, Trevor!" I exclaimed.

"Just for my girl," he said, giving it to me.

I took the rose and smelt it. It smelt like homecoming. I French kissed him, smiling.

He took my hand and kissed it.

When I went home, I had noticed that I was getting dizzy and I kept vomiting.

Before I knew it, at home, I fainted.

My mom took me to the emergency.

When I woke up, I felt about 20 shots in my hands. I was so scared and nervous.

I saw my mom sitting next to the bed I was laying in. She was crying in my hand.

"Mom?" My mom looked up and saw me.

"My baby. Are you okay?!" she asked, concerned.

"I'm fine. Why am I here?" I asked, sitting up.


"What's wrong?"

"You have cancer, my baby," she said, crying.

"I have... what?"

"Cancer, my baby. You can't leave me. Please, heaven. Don't let this girl go!" she screamed.

"Mom. I'm not going anywhere," I demanded. "I'm... I'm not leaving you. Never. Never," I started to freak out.

The doctor came in holding papers in his hand.

"I'm sorry, Emma. You've been diagnosed with cancer," the doctor said putting his head down.

"But... but I'm going to live, right?" I said, losing my voice.

"You're in critical condition. You only have a 25% chance of living," the doctor said.

My mom then threw a fit and slammed stuff to the wall.

"CANCER!?" she screamed. "This is a lie. Tell me this is a fucking lie!" she screamed.

She came to me and hugged me tight.

"Your mom is here. She won't leave. She will never. Let's go to another hospital. This hospital is a scam hospital," she said hugging me tight.


"Whatever hospital you go to---even if you go to one in China---they will say the same thing," the doctor said. "I'm very sorry."

I burst into tears. What was the use of trying to hold it in? I was dying. Dying. Dying... I then remembered about Trevor.

"Where's Trevor?" I asked my mom.

"I couldn't get a hold of him," she said, crying.

"Don't tell him." I didn't want to tell Trevor that I was dying. I couldn't tell him. How can I tell my boyfriend that I was dying? Dying...

"Baby," she said. "You'll be okay."

I got discharged afterwards and had to pick up medicines. I hated taking medicine the most.

During the whole car rides, my mom was silent. She didn't say anything at all. Her face was bloated.

"Mom," I finally broke the silence. She didn't reply. "I'm not leaving."

She stopped the car to the side and hugged me.

"I'm sorry, Emma," she cried. "I'm sorry I wasn't a good mother---I'm sorry I wasn't taking care of you."

I broke into tears. We hugged and that was probably one of those moments that you couldn't feel in a long time with your mother. I never missed my mom like I did at that time. I sobbed a river.

The next day, my mom made me skip school.

"What would you like to eat?" My mom asked me when I woke up. I could tell that she stayed up all night crying.

"Just eggs, please," I said as I poured orange juice into a cup.

"Has Trevor called you yet?" she asked while cracking two eggs.

I stopped drinking my orange juice and stood there. I forgot about Trevor.

I ran upstairs to my room and looked at my phone. I didn't have any missed calls or messages.

Then, I received a phone call. I picked it up immediately.

"Hello?" I said.

"Emma Charles," Trevor said. I burst into tears after hearing his voice. How was I going to tell him that I was dying?

"Trevor," I said, smiling and crying.

"What's wrong, Emma?" he asked over the phone, confused. "Don't move. I'm going to school right now," he said.

"I'm not at school," I said, crying.

"Where are you? Why aren't you at school?"

"Yeah... um, my mom asked me to stay home today. She's not feeling well," I lied.

"Oh. Why were you crying?" he asked.

"Just... watching Titanic with my mom," I lied again.

"Haha, really?" Hearing his laugh made me more happy. "Well you guys should've invited me."


"Well, I guess I'm not going to school today too."

"No, go to school. You can't skip school just because I did. Please?" I pleaded him.

"Fine," he said, agreeing. "But I just want to tell you that I love you."

"Yeah?" I said, crying. "I love you too," I whispered into the phone.

"Well, Emma Charles. I guess I love you more," he said. "I'll call you later."

"Love you," I whispered in the phone.

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