Prologue
The hospital was full of different people from the doctors to the ill-patients to the visitors. Wearing their lab gowns, patients' dress, and civilian clothing one can't distinguish who is who by the passing blurred motion of these people and if one is thinking of other circumstances. And yet, never did she look at any of them. Her attention was at the door where her little brother was fighting for his life. She cannot say that it shocked her. She knew her little brother, he is a reckless little whelp but what she cannot accept was the mere fact that her little brothers so called "friends" push him in his limit. Yes, she is worried but she and he will survive this. Clenching tightly her necklace, red velvet clothing that secure her only treasure she looked up and smile. Not bitter, not painfully but her usual gamine smile that warms every person's heart, she whispered.
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"Everything is possible, as long as we don't lose hope"
I apologize many things happen this past few months that all of my ideas flew out the window… Here is another story, a short one that I'll finish before the whirlwind attack (school work) again. Do forgive me. I hope you'll have the time to considerate and criticize my work. Thank you Very Much.