Because of the awesome reviews I'm going to try to update once a day today I might do two because I wont be able to post tomorrow so keep up with the reviews and ill keep up the chapters ;-)

" your wrong Anna, I know you are" ok obviously nothing was going to get through to her not now not tomorrow not ever. Maybe she thought just because Kate had cancer she had a right to act out. But maybe I'm wrong.

The weather was getting progressively worse the closer we got to the hospital, maybe it was a sign it probably was. I knew at some point later in my life I would regret giving Kate what she wanted but Kate always got what she wanted, always. Jesse and I were always the odd ones out every where we went. At school we never had any real friends because people were just nice to us because our sister was dying in the hospital, I mean some we had one or two good friends but there was always an awkwardness in the relationship, they never wanted to come to our house because Kate was always sick. Even at the doctors office they were always extra nice, giving us extra lollipops or stickers, not like it makes much of a difference to me now but still we need extra tests extra blood work, the slightest possible abnormality was a cause for concern and another series of painful tests, shots and blood work. But nothing ever turned out to be wrong just a cold or flu. But every one was always careful with me because I was the "designer child" and if I ever got sick or hurt I was driven to the ER to go through extensive and invasive tests. And When I wasn't going through tests Kate was and when one of Her tests came back and said she needed some kind of transplant it meant I needed to be her donor.

After realizing what a crappy childhood I had I wondered why I really went to Campbell did I go because I wanted to give my dying sister what she wanted or give me, the selfish complaining younger sister what she wanted. I wasn't sure, I mean I would give any thing for Kate, I already have. But somewhere inside of me I Knew that I wasn't just giving Kate what she wanted, but giving me what I wanted. I wanted to be the center of attention, to be praised for something. To not have to go through any more useless test that don't have to deal with my health or well being for that matter. I wanted to not get anything out of sympathy anymore.

As I was thinking about this I was staring out the side window, watching the cars drive by in a blurry of rain drops and blinding white head lights. I wonder how Kate would feel if she saw me signing the papers in the hospital. Would she think of it as me signing her death warrant or her final wish. I would hope that in her final hours she would think of me as her savior, her hero. Not The villain or the criminal. Just her sister.