after Augustus

Chapter 8

Hello!!!!!!!!! so im guessing chapter 7 threw ya off huh?ok, so please remember this is a work of fiction and it is not all true. Isacc we be under going surgery to get an eye replacement. ITS TOO FREAKIN HARD WRITING ABOUT SOMEONE WHO IS BLIND!!!!!!!!! sorry. there are too many obstacles and so Isacc will be back semi normal. i hated that he couldn't see! i mean how cruel is that! ok so in these next few chapters there will be good and there will be really really bad...................... sorry! that's just how things are sometimes SO SUCK IT UP AND MOVE ON!!!!!!!! lolz :P 

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Listen to The Pretender by The Foo Fighters or All of me by John Legend

How long has he kept this inside? or is this something new that has developed over the last year? "Wait. What?" Then he says "Oh. Nothing. I didn't say anything. sorry. i keep talking to myself sorry." im pretty sure my cancer has not affected my ear. did he just really say 'I love you?' wow. i didn't see that one coming my way. im not really sure how i feel about him. we keep each other going when things go bad. When Augustus died he was the one (Besides Katelyn) i looked up to for support. i looked over at him and said "i need to get going. my mom said to be home for dinner." then he says "Ok. i said it. ok? i have always been jealous of Gus. i liked you all this time but i could never do anything to hurt him hazel. i love you, you have always been there for me. even when i smashed basketball trophies. life is too short for me not to tell you. Im sorry. bye Hazel." He just said that. what.on.earth. "Ok bye."

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Pompeii or every body talks by neon trees i think?

I Hop into my newly painted 1965 Ford F100 truck. Its ancient, but i love it! i recently got it painted a deep sky blue. it was rusted a bit but i loved the look. i stuck the key into ignition and the truck roared to life. i passed Holiday park and pulled into my drive way. it seemed like the shortest drive ever. i pressed pause on my iPod to turn off my shuffle of Hectic Glow songs. I was listening to the album that came out after Augustus passed. i needed to clear my head and think about what Isacc had said. i opened the door and i saw my mom reading through some papers for her new job probably. she looked up, smiled and said "Hey honey! do you want me to fix you anything to eat?" Then i say "No, im not hungry." She could tell something was wrong. she always can. "Are you sure?" Then I confirmed "No i think i might go up to see Augustus." She looked at me worried and said "Ok." I changed shoes and put my Chuck Taylors on. i unlocked the door and got back into my car. I turned on my ipod and drove. after about 10 minutes i arrived at the Crown Hill Cemetery. i walked up a hill and found him. i saw the ragged French flag still stuck in the ground. i sat down next to his grave. i said to him "I wish you didn't leave. i wish cancer didn't exist, it screwed us all. The world is not a wish granting factory." I stopped talking and i waited for response but i never got one. i started crying. the tears rolled down my face. then eventually i started sobbing. i sat there with my head tucked into my knees. then scared to death i felt someone sit down next to me.Grayson. i thought i was alone. he appeared at the worst times. seeing me broken into two pieces. one half of me wished he would leave but the other half begged him to stay. "Leave!" i half shouted "What?" He sounded surprised "You can't see me like this." He looked shocked "Hazel Honey, i have already seen you have an emotionally ridiculed and terror stricken."  "What?" i never remembered being that bad. "and what makes you think i was inferior in that way?"  He didn't say anything for a few minutes. he looked like he was distracted by something then said "In school have you studied the philosopher Socrates?" what the heck? was he trying to confuse me? if so he is doing a digitized, achieved job. "uh, yeah. Why on earth are you changing the subject to stupid Greek philosophers?" He chuckled "Because of your willingness to call everything into question and your determination to accept  nothing less than an adequate account of the nature of things. You inject your own theory's into dialog like Plato" I stared at him interested, it felt like i was talking to Augustus. i helped me up by pulling my hands. My canula slipped off. i felt sick and he reached down to grab it. "Thank you." I say out of breath. he held my hand and i looked at him but then excepted the 'friendly' gesture. he walked me back to my car and hoped into the driver seat. "What in the world?" he looked up at me and smiled. "What are you doing?!" he kept smiling and turned the car on after 3 failed attempts. he started driving. "Where are you taking me? i will call 911 right now if you do not tell me!" he smiled and lifted up my phone. "No your not going to repressively call 911, because you my darling, do not have a phone." i gave him the death look and slouched into my chair. "WHERE ARE WE GOING." he laughed and said "You will know when we get there Hazel Grace." he had a terrible smirk on his face. "FIRST OF ALL DO NOT EVER I MEAN EVER CALL ME HAZEL GRACE, AND SECOND OF ALL WIPE THAT AWFUL SMIRK OF YOUR FACE RIGHT NOW!" he looked a little frightened but that was my over all unattainable goal. which really means unattainable. he kept smiling and drove on down the road. after 10 minutes of complete silence, he pulled into the library. he turned the car off and walked around and then opened the door for me. he lifted me up and put me onto the ground. "Why are we here?" i asked in all seriousness. "Those who wait will see good things." he said with a smile. but i saw it suddenly fade as if hiding something. we entered after him begging me to come. i opened the door and oh my god he was there. Peter Van Houten. looking not drunk, i swear he has lost 50 pounds, and most importantly, he was sitting down, smiling with, his assistant. Lidewij Vliegenthart. 

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I am so sorry this took so long to write!! I love you all!!!!

~Olivia