Preface
Chicago 1904
After everything that happened to her, even as she lay bleeding on the filthy ground of the dank Chicago alley, she could not bring herself to be angry at the man who put her in this situation. She knew she was dying. She knew that she had minutes, if not seconds, left, for there was no way in heaven or hell that she could survive her wounds. But, to have avoided this fate she would have never been able to lay her eyes on the beautiful being that was flailing in the arms of her best friend. This child had been her demise, yet she still loved the green-eyed baby girl.
The 18 year old mother couldn't even hate the man, or rather her angel-demon, who had used her to produce an offspring that he knew would kill her. All the girl could do was use what few seconds she had left to admire and love her child and to reflect on all the people she will leave behind. She had ran away from a loving family in pursuit of what she thought was true love. She thought about how her family may or may not find her, how her parents would be far beyond heartbroken, but most of all she thought of her baby brother who had probably turned 3 by now.
Not being able to see her brother grow up was her biggest regret. For most of her life she had hoped and prayed that her parents would give her a younger sibling, for she saw all her friends with theirs and she wanted a little brother more than anything. She was an only child till she was 15 and finally her mother became pregnant and gave birth to the most beautiful baby boy anyone had ever seen. He favored their mother just like she had, green eyes, bronze hair, high cheekbones, the works. She loved her brother more than anything, that is, until she discovered that she carried her own child.
The child grew far more quickly than a normal baby and she had torn her mother apart during her birth, but the dying girl willingly gave her life for her child. As she lay dying in the disgusting alley, she turned to her friend and asked to hold the child before she passed. She gazed into the baby girls shockingly intelligent eyes and with her final breath she croaked out one last broken statement "Her name… Elizabeth… be sure…she is loved"
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A/N
Ok so…this is my first story so let me know what you think. The preface is really a flashback for a character that will be introduced later. Anyway…let me know what you think and I will post the next chapter (Moving Day, which is in modern time) very soon. Thanks to my beta Kari of Mindelan!
Thanks for reading,
Jonsie