This chapter has a lot to do with God and Heaven. I mean no offence to you, if you do not believe in either of them. My appologies if you are offened.
Magia
Chapter One
Wally couldn't believe what the doctor was telling him. In fact, he couldn't believe he was standing there with the doctor. "What? No, you must be mistaken. Wednesday couldn't be dying. She's healthy as a horse!"
The doctor shook his head. Wednesday was dying. His older sister was dying. That couldn't be right! But he looked at the doctor's face and knew that she really was. His eyes stung with tiredness and unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. There's nothing we can do."
Wally turned from the man and walked numbly to his sister's room. When he got there, she smiled at him. She had light red hair that was past her shoulders and green eyes. Her face was thin and very pretty. Her lips and face were pale, but she seemed so happy.
"Wally, good to see you. How's my baby brother?" she said, smiling slightly. Wally couldn't believe she could be so at ease at a time like this.
"Wednesday, they said that you're sick. Are you really-?" he asked, unable to continue.
"Dying? Yes, Wally, I am. You can say it. It doesn't bother me." She looked out the window next to her bed. "No more hurting, no more tears. A place without violence. That's where I'm going, Wally. And I'm not scared. I'm not scared because I know that fear won't stop it."
Wally stared at her. She was always so happy and playful. She'd always had faith in others and always held on to hope. "What about Stevie? She needs a mom. She's just a kid." Stevie was his thirteen year old niece. She loved her mom so mush…
Wednesday glanced at her brother. "Behind my dresser in my house is a book. I want you to take it and give it to Stevie for her fourteenth birthday. It's a gift that her father gave to me before he died. He said that- she should… have it…" she told him.
She closed her eyes and smiled. When she opened them, she looked older. Older than thirty-one years old. Wally kneeled down beside her and held her hand. "Sis, you are such a good person. I know that you'll make it." Wally said.
Wednesday kissed his cheek and sighed. "I love you, baby brother. You're as ready as you'll ever be. Take care."
Wednesday closed her eyes one last time.
Wally had walked numbly out of the room and into the nurses' lounge where they put Stevie. Stevie looked up at him and smiled sadly. Wally sat down beside her and they did what anyone would do. They cried. They cried for a long time.
Wally had lost more than a sister. He lost his best friend. He cried for Stevie and the fact that she just lost her only parent.
After the funeral, a short man in a tuxedo came and read Wednesday's will. The only other person there was his Aunt Iris. They wanted it to simply be her family.
When the little man read the last line, Wally and Aunt Iris both looked surprised. Stevie had gotten up and left the room. She didn't think they'd go for it, but her mom had told her to have faith in them. Her mother had told her before Wally had came about this. Would they really go for this?
Okay, first chapter up! What does she mean by "You're as ready as you'll ever be." I guess you'll have to wait and see!