It had always been their victory. It had always been us on the T.V screen for so long. We brought down the bad guys, we did all the rescues but there was more going on behind us then people knew. We had a father at home hoping that we would come back alive. He was the one that kept us together when the world around us crashed down. Our baby sister Alex was dying. She was the youngest out of all of us and she knew how to twist, turn and giggle to get us to give her everything.
She was our mothers little princess and our fathers little angel. It came as a big shock when the cancer came. Our mother had passed away when I was in my early teens. Alex was about 16 when we heard and I was in my late 20's. I remember that day like it was yesterday when my father told me.
Flash Back:
"Scott." My fathers voice was cold and tired.
"What is it dad?" I asked seeing the sparkle in his eyes gone.
"You need to come home." He spoke as if it was final.
"But why?" I asked
"Alex is really sick." My fathers voice was rough.
But when I heard my little sisters name everything around me froze. "What do you mean she is sick? She was out here 2 weeks ago and looked fine." I asked.
"We'll explain when you get here. Please just come home now." He said now more urgently.
End Flash Back
Now I sit in her room looking down at her pale face. I pray to god that she will pull through and we'll be a family again.
Tell me what you think about this one. I thought of writing this one for the people I have lost in my life due to cancer. I hope that doesn't sound bad or anything.