Hey guys! Omg it feels like forever since I posted something... Maybe because it has. I would like to apologize, I am so sorry for not updating, like at all. I am currently working on the next chapter, and it will be up soon! Also I might edited a couple chapters. Just change a little. The ending, cliffhangers, important parts I am going to keep, I just don't like how I written it. It's been one crazy year.. After I posted chapter 20, things just went downhill after that. My uncle who has been fighting cancer for 2 years, was starting to get worse. Though someday's he felt better. I couldn't even tell what kind of cancer it was considering it moved constantly. First it was in his lungs, then traveled to his brain, the doctors were able to move it to his hip, but not for long. It was heading up to his brain again. He was starting to forget things, and repeat things several times, not even realizing it. In February he seemed to be doing well. He was up and laughing, but then it all just stopped. March was the worst. He was so tiny.. so fragile. I tried to spend as much time I could with him, but after that I couldn't. Only once in awhile I would go see him, if I had enough courage. I feel selfish for doing so. He was always so strong, I couldn't see him like that. Three times we thought he was going to be gone, but the next morning he would be up, eating, as if nothing ever happened, then just as quickly fade again. He was stubborn though, the doctors said he should have passed away a long time ago. April 3rd, he was gone. I was at home at the time. My parents thought I was in denial, maybe I was. At the wake, I cried, for a second. I know it's silly but I couldn't have let my nieces see me that way. See me so upset, I needed to show them that it was okay. When we left for supper, I kept thinking he would walk out, and crack a joke and say "why are you leaving without me" I kept looking back, hoping he would, but he never did. I guess I was in more of a denial than I thought. I seen his body, but all I kept thinking was "He's sleeping, that's it" I never walked right up to him until the end of the second wake, and there I finally cried, and didn't make myself stop. I remember my sister telling me not to go to the funeral, because it would break me even more, so I didn't. His passing, stopped something in me. I had no inspiration. No hope. Nothing. I couldn't sing, write, not even see the beauty in things that people normally don't see and take pictures, which I love more than anything. It's what I want to do with my life. Photography. When I finally thought I was fine, I seen his tombstone, and I felt worse. More broken than I ever thought I could be. I never thought I'd be like this. Thinking about him brings tears to my eyes. I'm sorry to lay this all down, on here when in reality it should another chapter involving the story, but I needed to let it out. I needed to tell someone how I felt. I don't talk about it to my family, only my mom, but I know her limits. I don't do this for many reasons. One is they're doing so well, while I'm not, and I'm afraid to bring them down with me. I'm sorry for the sappy story, and I doubt it a lot of you made it to the end. But to ones who did, thank you. Like I said the next chapter will be up soon, I am working on it. Thank you once again.