A/N: So, this is just a prologue for the story, the chapters will be much longer than this and won't be from Callie's perspective but I just wanted to upload something to see if anyone would be interested in reading this story before I started writing and uploading anything properly. So yeah, drop me a review or whatever to let me know if you're interested and I'll post some more later on.. I got my friend to read this before I uploaded it and they told me that it is similar to the fault in our stars. I haven't read it, so I'm not sure what part she was on about but I'll put a bit in the disclaimer and I hope you guys still like this despite the resemblance. This wont be a crossover with The Fault In Our Stars
Disclaimer: I do not own The Fosters or any of the characters from the show, I am simply borrowing them for a short. All rights to the respected owners and creators. Similar themes to The Fault In Our Stars may occur, however I do not own the book or any of the story lines within the book and am simply borrowing them, all rights to the author.
PROLOUGE
The first thing that you should know about me, is that my lungs aren't very good at being lungs. Actually, not very good is an understatement, they are in fact terrible. And there is nothing that I can do, or anyone else can do to fix them, to make them work to the best of their ability. But I'm not bothered about that, sometimes I forget that they don't work to 100% capacity because I've forgotten what that feels like. What I'm really bothered about isn't the hospital trips, or the oxygen tanks, or the pity looks, because you get used to it. But you can't get used to the idea that today could be the last time you see your family, or that today could be the last time you get to spend arguing with you siblings or that you might never hear your moms laughing again.
This leads onto the second thing you should know about me. There's nothing that will make me any better, I'm just waiting. And that makes it sound like I want it to happen, but I really don't, it's just the truth. I am waiting. There's nothing really else I can use to describe it. I'm not really living. In fact, I'm dying. Just slowly. But people don't like it when you tell them that. Especially my mom's. They hate when I say that, even if it is true, I think they just want to protect me from the truth, even though I know exactly what is happening. I'm grateful, but it is annoying. Because I need to prepare myself for it, and everyone else needs to prepare themselves instead of ignoring it, because it's going to happen. I don't know when, the doctors don't know when. And that is really scary, for me. I'm not sure what it's like for anyone else, for my family or friends, they have to deal with everything afterwards, and I really can't imagine that and I really don't want to be the cause of them hurting.
I guess that's the third thing you should know; I care a lot more about other people and how they are, rather than how I'm doing. Or so according to my mom's anyway. Which is why they enrolled me into some group support sessions. Although, I'm not really sure what it's supposed to do for me, it sure as hell doesn't make me feel any better about. I don't tell that them though, that would make them feel even worse. They already blame themselves for me being sick, which is ridiculous, and I don't want them blaming themselves for me feeling down all the time or for sending me to a support group that doesn't make me feel any better. Sitting around with other sick kids and hearing their stories and then having to share my own is bad enough, but when someone starts coming less and less and then stop turning up at all, it's like a big slap in the face. One day, I won't turn up, and the kids at group will avoid sitting in 'my chair' and they'll just wait, hoping that I'll come back, because they don't want to think that I've died. It's not like close friends with any of them, most of them I'm only on first name basis because we state our name at the beginning, but it's a shock when you realise that could be you. And no one wants that reminder. Because, although I think about it often, it's never the main thought running through my head unless someone else brings it up. It's just a small voice in the back. Maybe because I forced it there, it probably used to be much louder than it is now. Instead of sending me to group, I wish moms would let everyone else stay home from school, and they would take the day off work and we could go out, as a family and spend the day together. Where no one had to worry about anything. Moms didn't have to worry about my oxygen levels or losing their daughter or how everyone is going to cope afterwards. I wish we could have a day where everything was normal, where we argued instead of everyone tiptoeing around me, where we could mess around without someone worrying about me getting out of breath. And I know everyone else wishes that as well, and it makes me mad that I'm the reason we can't be normal.
Moms always say normal is overrated and that our family is stronger because we're not normal. But they wouldn't say that if we weren't made up of two moms, one biological kid from a previous marriage, Latino adopted twins, my adopted brother and me. I'm not adopted yet, there was a slight blip with everything and my biological father is currently being tracked down so that they can get him to sign away his rights. This is probably the fourth thing you should know. But Stef and Lena are still my moms, and this is still my family, even if the state doesn't recognise it yet. And, on a plus side it means that, as I belong to the state, they pay for all my medical bills meaning that Stef and Lena don't have to worry about that. Anyway, back to being a normal family, I don't mean normal as in the typical one mom, one dad family with the average of 1.87 children. More so, normal in the sense that no one has to worry about me dying and no one is sick and I can be in school and no one is constantly asking me how I feel. Because I'm not even sure how I feel anymore, and if I told anyone that they would worry even more than they already are.
And the fifth thing that you should know is that my name is Callie Jacobs. And I am loved so much by my family. You might be wondering why this wasn't the first thing I wrote, but they always say save the best till last. And being loved is the best thing that I could have hoped for. Through everything I know that I am loved and despite anything that happens to me, I will be loved. And that's the best feeling I the world
A/N: I'm not exactly sure how I feel about this, it is very different to my usual writing style but I hope you guys like it. I' not sure if I prefer this way of writing or my normal way of writing, but the rest of the fic have a more story line kind of sense and there will be talking and the other characters will be involved, this was just the prologue. I know I already said this earlier on. Anyway, I haven't written anything else for this, aside from some chapters that are coming up later on and I have no idea how long this will be but if you would like me to continue please tell me, because I did enjoy writing this. I'm going to go now, have a great day