A/N: Sorry for saying this story was discontinued. I was going through a depressing mood. But I'm back! And I'm sorry it's so short. I just wanted her meeting every one in a different chapter and this is a filler chapter.

And check this out: watch?NR=1&feature=endscreen&v=P_E0J2WIfw0

The Black haired one with the weird necklace who's rapping is my favorite. His name is Dongho Shin.

Also I hated the first chapter that I published and I'm sorry but this is a remake of the chapter.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.


There is only some much a person can take before they break. There is only so much pain, anger, and hurt they can take before they just can't anymore.

How much can you take?

Most people can't take that much. Most people can only take so many surprises before they shut down. Sometimes they go insane. Or they murder. Or kidnap.

Or maybe they leave.

I, Sabrina Grimm, can take a lot, apparently. I mean, look at what's happen to me: I've gotten my parents kidnapped from me at a tender age, I found a grandmother I didn't even know existed, I killed a giant, I met a long-lost uncle, I found a best friend in a fairy, and I made a family for myself.

But then it happened. Then Big Bad Wolf became a part of me.

When I left, running from my family, I thought that this was it. I would finally break. I was running from everything I had worked for this past couple months. '

But I was wrong.

I could handle it. I could bear the burden of being the Wolf's container. I then thought that I could handle anything. I thought I could take on the world.

Then Puck showed up with Basil in tow.

But when I decided to go see Daphne and everyone I left behind, I had gotten used to the idea. I could handle that.

I was wrong, yet again.

I am now standing here in front my parents for the first time in five years. Uncle Jake was there too. So was Granny.

"Sabrina?" I heard my mother say. But I could only look at Daphne. She was so skinny. She weighed or looked like she weighed less then Basil.

"'Brina?" Daphne said.

"I'm here, Daphne." I said, walking over to her. She was sitting in a wheelchair. I reached a hand up to touch her face. I stopped a breath's inch away.

"'Brina." She cried. I touched her face. Tears started coming down my face. Tears were streaming down her face too. I leaned down and hugged her.

I hugged my baby sister for the first time in five years.

And she was dying from cancer.