If I Die Young
Prongsie101
Summary: "I've survived this long, Hal, and I won't be giving up any time soon. Believe me." He gave me a long look, before a grin slowly began to appear on his face, "That's my girl."
I have always been an optimist. I have always been one to think of the good when something bad occurs. I have always been one to not let people put me down. It's who I was born and raised to be.
Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, 'Go confidently in the direction of your dreams. Live the life you have imagined.' And ever since I was little, this quote – a quote my father always reminded me of – stuck with me.
Never once has this quote left my mind, especially during those horrible days we all go through, where we do nothing but doubt our decisions and ourselves.
My father was my best friend. Ever since my mother left us – my dad, my younger brother and myself – he had focused all of his attention on us. He'd grown up with music, even preceded to try a career based on it. He began small, and for a long time, no one even knew who Jake Andrews was, but still, nothing came in his way. He believed in himself, when no one else did. And then, his big break came, and suddenly, he had millions of fans all around the world.
He once told me the fact that he never stopped believing in himself, believing he'd go somewhere, was from that quote. And he wants me to follow that quote religiously, to never give up. To keep going. To make it happen.
I'm a dreamer. And with that quote, I believed I could do anything.
The life I wanted for my future included everything I ever dreamed of; to graduate from Columbia University, and work at a well-known recording studio. A few years later, I would have a relatively big house, with a son and a daughter, who love their lives unconditionally, and a husband who will care and look after his family. I won't be a housewife; instead, I'd work a job which included something I have loved since I could actually understand it; music. I would have opened my very own Recording Label, or a successful Music Store. Maybe even a Music Academy.
Yes, that is a lot to wish for. And every time someone questions my dreams, Ralph Emerson's words come to mind.
But now, everything I have ever wanted looks distant; even impossible.
Why, you ask?
Because the Aliens attacked.
And ruined my entire damn plans.
Prologue; what do you think? Hal will show up in the next chapter, or the one after. Please review if you want more (: