Prologue:
Chapter One Wasn't Supposed to happen
This wasn't supposed to happen. We were both supposed to get better and go home, so we cold finally have the life we always wanted. But it always seemed like fate didn't want us to be happy... first it was my dad, then my sister, then her... and I know im next.
My dad Alex Webber died in a car crash when I was eleven, my five-year old sister, Alisha, with him, and then my mom and I got cancer, she promised we would pull through. That we would both go home and be our own little family. She broke that promise, and when my mom was close to dying, I was getting rid of the cancer in my body, but she wasn't. Honestly, by then I thought my life was some fucked up fairy tale. I didn't know it would actually become one about a month after my mom died.
When my moms nurse told me that my mom had passed away, it felt someone had shoved a fire poker into my chest, and that my throat had seized up so much that it was impossible to unravel, and then they told me that I was going to be put into foster care because I was only seventeen and a recovering cancer patient. After that happened, I knew I would have to leave, have to get as far away as I could from this little town that I now despised with all my heart.
So after a month of building up my strength and finally pushing all the cancer out of my body, I ran. I ran away from the graveyard that held the body's of my family, the family that had sighed papers to adopt me, and from the Hospital that I had spent a year of my life in, and the stench of anesthetics and hand-sanitizer.
I ran, and I finally felt safe.
I ran, and I felt loved.
I ran, and it was the best thing I did in my life.
So what do you think? Should I continue? Or just stop because it sucks, and I did a bad job?