I was just years sixteen years old when it had happened, now two years have passed since then and I’m eighteen years old. I can remember the day as if it were yesterday. Sitting in my room, crying, not knowing whether my life was worth living anymore.
     It all started back when I was about fifteen years old. It was February 1st and I was just getting out of school. Brent, my best friend, had missed two days of school so far and hadn’t answered any of my texts when I tried to ask why he hadn’t came to school, but I assumed that it probably might have been because he didn’t feel like it or didn’t feel good.
     Later that day, at night, Brent came over. I thought it was a little weird that he came and didn’t give me a heads up or anything before he came. When I opened the door Brent immediately asked me if we could talk privately in a room. I nodded and lead him towards my bed room. When we got to my room I sat on my chair and he sat on my bed. When I looked at him I noticed a sad look his face, that second I knew from his eyes that there was something wrong. Brent began to tear. “What’s wrong?” I asked. He took a minute to clear his throat and then began to speak. “So yesterday I went to the doctors, I…” he began to tear up again. “Brent tell me what happened, its okay.” I said. “Selena, I can’t tell you…it’s too hard. I think should just go.” “Brent, I don’t know what’s going on and you obviously came here for a reason. I mean come on, you know you can tell me anything we’ve been best friends since elementary school, it’s alright, don’t cry, just tell me what’s wrong, please.” Brent finally stopped crying and said: “Ok, sorry, I... um I, I  have cancer, a brain cancer.” It was silent for about 5 seconds then Brent burst into tears.
    I was in complete shock, I couldn’t believe it, this can’t be true, no way, not him. I got up and sat beside him, I couldn’t speak so I just hugged him letting him cry on my shoulder, as I began to cry myself… that night was the night I would never forget.
     By now, two weeks had passed and Brent’s cancer was getting really bad already. The doctor predicted that he wouldn’t make it for long even with chemotherapy because of how bad it was and they couldn’t do any surgeries because of the area that it was in. The tumor grew so fast and there was little that they could do. Everything changed so quickly. Each day felt like an hour. And a week felt like a day. Time was going by just too fast.
      Brent and I would spend every day together. I missed nearly 8 days of school. Since Brent wasn’t going to be with us for long, we decided to have him make a list of all the things he wanted to do before he was going to die. He had about ten things on his list such as go to Disney, meet his favorite basketball player, get a new puppy and so on, but the one thing on his list that was most special to me was the last one “# 10- get my first kiss.”
      Two more weeks had passed and we were able to complete 5 things on his list. Brent had been getting worse though and had been staying at the hospital a lot. The next day, I bought Brent a puppy using all my savings. He was so happy I had got it for him that he named it after me. That same day we got him another thing on his list.
     On March 18th, Brent was told that from now on he had to stay in the hospital. His tumor had got worse and spread more, but they told us that the chemotherapy helped it shrink in size. By now all of his hair was gone. The doctors couldn’t do much too fully cure him, but they tried. Everything was so depressing now because we all knew what was coming for Brent.
     On March 22th it was both me and Brent’s birthday. We decided to have our party together in the hospital room. For Brent’s present I got his favorite basketball player to come meet him, which was also number nine on his list. And Brent got me a gold necklace with my name on it for my present. A bunch of family and friends had come too. Although, we were in a hospital room and it didn’t seem like it was the most perfect time to have a party, we still ended up having lots of fun. March 22th was the last time me and Brent ever had the most fun.
     Another week had passed. I became so depressed that my life was falling apart. My grades started to drop, I lost friends in school because I didn’t want to talk to anyone accept for Brent, and I got kicked off the basketball team. Most of the time I stayed home, the only reason I’d  leave the house was either to go see Brent  or to go to school. I became so dull and lost faith in almost everything. I cried and prayed each night for Brent but I knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.
It’s was now may 2nd, the last day I spoke to Brent ever again. The day I would never, ever forget.
     I was sitting next to Brent, in his hospital bed, and holding his hand. Everything was silent until I began to speak, “I’m sorry you didn’t get to do the last thing on your list, Brent.” Brent turned towards me and smiled, he leaned closer and began to kiss my lips and I kissed him back. “I love you” Brent said. My heart stopped for a moment. “I love you too Brent”, I said. I leaned over and hugged him, then started to cry. Brent noticed immediately and wiped away my tears delicately with his thumb. “Selena, I really do love you, and hurts me to see you cry, you know that right”, he said. “I guess so, but you know it hurts me to see you like this too, Brent.” “Don’t cry alright, I’m okay, everything is going to turn out fine, and don’t worry too much about Me.” He said. But the thing was he wasn’t ok and nothing was going to turn out fine.
    It was now twelve in the morning and the nurses told me that I had to leave. I gave Brent a tight hug and one last kiss, he looked me in the eye and said “I love you.” I dove in and gave him another hug as I whispered “I love you so much more.” we both said our goodbyes and I went home.
     For the next few days Brent was semiconscious and soon became unconscious. I wasn’t allowed to see him really so I mostly waited in the hospital waiting rooms. On the last day I stayed home all day. While I was in my room my mom walked in. I knew exactly what she was going to say just by the look on her face. She stepped towards me and said “I’m so sorry, Selena,” I couldn’t take it anyway more, I hadn’t cried ever since Justin told me not too but this, this was it. I burst into tears, crying so loud the neighbors could hear me. All I could think of now was that he was gone, my best friend, my love, my brother was gone. And nobody could ever replace him. I was devastated.
     A few weeks had passed now and I was still very upset my mother knew how hard it was for me so she got me to go see a therapist. With the help I decided to change, I wanted to be happy again. Soon I brought my grades up. I made new friends and was put back on the basketball team and became the best player. My life was finally getting back on track. I tried so hard not to think about Brent because I knew I would fall apart again. But I realized soon that life isn’t always fair, but its ok, I just have to take it as it is because everything happens for a reason.
    One day, Brent’s mom came over with the puppy I had gotten him a while ago. She told me that Brent wanted me to have the puppy after he was gone. I thought it was the sweetest thing ever. That same night as I was cuddling with the puppy, I noticed her collar. It had a tag on it that read “This dog is named after the most beautiful, most amazing girl in the world, Selena.” And on the back it said “I will always love you no matter what happens.” I looked down at the puppy and whispered “I love you too.”