Prelude
Warning: Steven Universe is not owned by me. It is owned by the would I would want to be my
wife Rebecca Sugar. The only Character I own is Izusa.
Dying sucks. Let me be more specific. Dying from cancer sucks. It is painful, and taxing
mentally. But what hurts the most is the look in the eyes of the people you love. You see a mix of
emotions- pity, fear,sadness, sometimes anger. You see them try to put on a brave face but you
really know that they are suffering seeing you slip away from them. And through all that you see
that they are going to go on while you go... Wherever the dead go.
That is another thing that scares you about death. For all of the religion in the world you still
have this vague unknowing of the abyss you are about to enter. It starts with you thinking about all
you have done with your life and maybe regretting some of the things you did. And then you
began to think of all of the things you didn't get a chance to do. And it hurts you so much that you
didn't get a chance to hang out with your family and friends more. No more barbeques, no more
staring at the stars, no more baseball games,no more anything.
And I don't care what psychiatrists say. You never really accept death. You fight it tooth and nail
even though you know your fate is sealed. But what if it wasn't. What if you could deny the reaper
and live on. Would you? Would you defy fate and live no matter what the cost. Not many people
get this chance.
My name is Izusa Rodriguez and this is the story about the day I died. And it is the day began to
live.
A.N. Started a Brand New Story sure hope it goes better than my last one.