I was sitting there at the bus station. Just like I said I would. Waiting. My hand sweating around the cash I had clenched in my fist was hugged by the cool night air. I could only see the street lamps illuminating around the darkness like halos. In my head there was silence, on the street there was noise, but the silence in my head was stronger. I had never bought drugs. I am not a bad kid, just desperate, desperate to live. The doctors said that it was too late, the cancer had already spread too much. I was going to die. I shivered at the thought and hugged the coat around my body, as if to protect from death itself. But it was still coming for me. I was too young, too young, to die. I would never have kids, I would never fall in love and I would never die happy. I would be the kid who died of cancer in high school. The school would morn, name something after me, but, they would never remember me. I would just be the kid who died of cancer. Unless….I looked down at the cash that rested in palm. I had heard weed helped, with the pain and the cancer. It was all I had left. I glanced at my watch. He said he would be here. I blew out a breath and saw it form a cloud as it floated away from me.  I rubbed my hands together. The warmth invaded my hands. I thought of mom. I thought of her warm hand clenched around mine and and how perfect they were. How they just filled up the space within my palm. Mom. The real reason I must live, I cannot leave her. I cannot leave her alone. I was all she had. My hand tightened it’s hold on the money. No.
“Sam” I froze, it was him. I turned around “That’s me.” He was a tall man hidden by the trenchcoat and sunglasses. He grabbed my hand and lead my to an alley. This was it.
“You have the money?” I nodded and handed it to him. He counted it out. When he was satisfied he handed me a paper sack. I gripped it tightly. “Thanks.” I turned my back and walked away. I then heard a shot and sharp pain exploding from my back. I shouted in pain as I fell to the cold hard stone in the alley. The bag fell from my hands.  I couldn’t move. My head hit the stone. I couldn’t scream.  Something warm covered my back. It dripped on the stone. Blood. I was going to die. I blinked back the tears. Maybe it’s better this way. The blood soaked my clothes.  Blood dripped out of my mouth. I got my wish right? My eyes started to close and give into the darkness. I am not just another cancer kid. My breathing started to slow down. I fought. The coldness crept upwards. I didn’t lose to cancer. My vision began to fade. Mom, she would be proud. My eyes closed as I took my last breath. I won.