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Prologue

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Prologue

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ I hope this story can reach out to the struggles of society someone is going through.

Seven years ago, USA

I wrapped my arms around myself as I stared out the window. It was snowing very much today, there was a blizzard I think because it's been a few days since we've been outside and we just lost electricity last night. In the window I could see my reflection, dark bags under my eyes and the messy braid over my head like a headband. My blue eyes were wide and exhausted, but my mind was wide awake. Newly tears begun to stream down my face again, and I embraced myself for any moment.

"Irisandra," my step mom whispered and I turned around, wiping my tears away quickly and smoothing my black dress down. She hands me a cup of tea and I snicker, taking the mug from her hands before she spills it on me.

I turned away from her and find myself a chair. I sat down and took a sip of my hot tea, looking at the door. Behind that door was my favorite person on earth, and it's been a while since I've seen her. A tear dropped into my tea and I took another sip, ignoring my mom.

When the door opened I put my cup down and pushed my mom aside, waiting for the doctor to come out. "How is she?" I asked, more tears running down my pale cheeks. He shakes his head at me and my lips quiver. I sneak under his arm and through the door, jogging inside.

As soon as I see her I hop in the bed and put my arms around her waist, sobbing. She groans in response, her hand upon my cheek. "Nana," I sob.

"Hey, my little girl," she whispers and I crawl up to lay beside her. I put her hair behind her ear, just tucking it so I can see her green eyes. I sniff in the tears. "Don't cry," she whispers as I cry silently.

"How can't I? Don't leave me," I beg taking her hand and kissing her palm. "Please, pretty please. I promise I'll obey papa and do anything you want me to, but don't leave me Nana, don't leave me."

"Irisandra," she murmurs.

I looked up to my grandma again and she kissed my forehead, breathing shakily. I kissed her silver white hair. She used to have long brown hair like mine, I always brag about having the best hair, Nana's hair. But now that she got sick so quick, it's turned silver and white, absolutely nothing like mine. "I love you Nana," I remind her. "I don't want to be alone. I'm scared."

"Don't be scared," she says smiling. "Butterflies are never scared. I'll be happy now, Irisandra. I'll always be with you but from a better place, where I can breathe water."

"You won't be in pain anymore?" I ask. "You won't go to those sad places where they inject stuff into you?" I ask pursing my lips to prevent the tears from getting in my mouth. I didn't want Nana to cry again or be sad, she's always sad now. She says she's in pain, that she doesn't want help, that she wants to rest. I didn't knew that for that, if I was going to let her rest, I wasn't going to see her anymore.

She nods, kissing my forehead. "Yes my baby, Nana is tired and I want to go now, your grandpa is waiting for me, and I want to protect you from up there," she told me, her voice sore and little.

"Papa?" I whispered and nodded. I want her and Papa together, she's so sad without him. Everyone in the family begins to get in the room, all watching as Nana speaks to me. I didn't want them to see her, I was selfish, I loved Nana and I wanted her for me. She's the best person in the world, she makes the best cookies, she says the best stories and she makes me so happy. She's also very protective of me and she defends me from mom and dad, they're mean to me sometimes but Nana is always nice.

"I'm going to always be with you, I'm going to be there, watching you. And I will always love you, Irisan-" she takes a deep breath.

"Shh," I whispered, kissing her cheek. I don't want her to feel pain, or sad. "Nana you can go." I nod in reassurance, I don't want her to feel sad.