Hey guys :) Sorry for not posting in a while. I just wanted to say that whats in italics is what Lilly is remember. Just incase people get a little confused

"I'M NOT GOING MOM!"

I rushed down the stairs to see what was going on. For the past hour all I could hear was shouting.

"Craig, honey, you have to. Do you think I want to see my boy in a horrible place like that, but the doctors say with your chemo and everything, you must go." My mom's voice was soft and calm.

"NO, YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!"

"Stop shouting and listen to your mother!" My dad had to butt in.

I stopped at the door outside my kitchen, deciding not to get invloved and just to listen. I knelt down and rested against the wall. Looking out the window, I sighed. It was a beautiful hot summer's day in June. Horrible, horrible June. As fast as the nine months between then and when I woke up here went, it was tough. I hadn't spent as much quality time with Craig as I had hoped because there always seemed to be something in the way of us being together.

I peeked my head round the door. Craig was a mess. His hair was starting to fall out clump by clump. His beautiful dark hair. It was going, just like before.

"ARGHH!"

"Craig, think before you do anything."

"I can't take this anymore, I need it all off!"

"I'll go into hospital for what? To have my hair all out and feel miserable?" He said

"No! To live! You have to, and your hair might fall out but it will grow back once it's all over." My mom's voice was getting louder and fiercer.

"I should just cut it off, you know. May as well."

From just listening, I could tell he wasn't thinking straight. He was going into strange moods, happy one minute, distraught the next.

"ARGHHH!"

"Craig, think before you do anything."

"I can't take this anymore, I need it all off!"

I shook my head in disbelief. I could feel dejavu and it was worrying me. This had definitely happened before. I shut my eyes and tried to imagine the moment.

"Mom, I really can't. I won't!"

"Mom, I really can't. I won't!"

"You have to, or you'll die. Unfortunately it's as simple as that, and I'm sorry it's that way"

"You have to, or you'll die. Unfortunately it's as simple as that, and I'm sorry it's that way"

"ARGGHHH" Craig stomped past me to his room.

"ARGGHHH" Craig stomped past me to his room.

"He'll come through when he realises this is life and death we're talking about," My dad was now a little more relaxed.

"What if he doesn't? What if he refuses? He's old enough for the doctors to listen to his request over ours. He's not sure what he wants right now!"

"Well there's no point panicking about it now, is there?"

"THIS IS ABOUT YOUR SON! HE COULD DIE ANY TIME NOW. -don't you feel anything?"

"Heather, obviously I do, but in his condition, there is nothing we can do. You said it yourself, he's not thinking straight. We can't go shouting and screaming at him because he's a young man, he's going to disobey us."

"Then can't we go up and just talk with him. Us parents to our son."

"Ok, but no pressuring him into anything or else he's going to do the exact opposite."

Moments later my moms piercing scream filled the house .

"HE'S DEAD, MY BABY'S DEAD!"

I got rushed out the house.

I shot into life.

"He'll come through when he," I could hear my dad speak but I began running up the stairs.

I pulled the handle on Craig's door but it wouldn't budge.

"Craig, are , are you alright? Let me in please!"

"Go away!"

I was so relieved to hear his voice. I took and deep breath and ran straight for the door, surprising myself that it actually opened for me.

My heart stopped and dropped to my stomach. My legs turned to jelly and my hands started to shake. There he was. My brother Craig. Right in front of me with a knife in his hand and a tear on his cheek. There was my brother Craig alive. There was my brother Craig about to commit suicide.

"Drop it Craig. Please. Drop the knife."

He ignored my pleas, but still did nothing.

"You don't understand," He shivered as he spoke, "No one understands. There's no point in me being here. I'm better off dead."

"No! No! This isn't my brother Craig in front of me. My brother is strong. He might be ill, but he can get through this. My brother Craig knows that whatever happens to him, he will never give up. I know this because he taught me that."

"It's just, so, so hard. "

"So you want to give up?" I was crying, but was trying so hard to get my words out. These words that could change his life.

"I- I," he dropped the knife," I just don't know anymore."

He fell to the floor crying so I walked over and hugged him. Eventually he hugged back and we sat together and wept.

My brother Craig didn't die in June, because I saved him in time. I was brought back to make a difference. I saved my brother's life.

That isn't the end by the way, it's just kind of the end of the first half kind of thing. Thanks for reading and please review. Oh and sorry it's really short. The next few chapters will be longer, I promise. Leanne x