So it all happend when I was ten. My sister died. I was devastated. My favorite saying is that every good story has to have a tradgedy. Ive made myself beleive that for the past 2 years. Everyone in my life after the death just started driffting away peice by peice. And each of those peices took a peice of me with it just for the fun of it, leaving me with nothing. I have always wondered why God did this to me, but that little voice suddenley stopped answering me. All the hope I had as a child for a cure had floated away and left me hanging, with nothing, like I said before. I stopped laughing and talking to my friends. They started to wonder why but I really never said anything anymore. Life is hard being a kid and being known for having a dead sister. I always knew I would become an only sister someday or time. I really wish someone had warned me about all this but no one did. This is just the start.
