Prologue:
December 17th, 2012
“Wake up! Wake up, wake up, wake up! Please just wake the fudge up! You’re way too young to die! Why lord, why her and not me,” I cried into my hands. I was sitting next to a hospital bed that was occupied with my little sister, Phoenix.
“Ms. Evans,” I lift my head to see the doctor in the doorway.
“How is she? Will she live?” I ask, tears in my eyes threatening to spill over. He looked at me with sorrow in his eyes, but also hope.
“We don’t know, I’m sorry Ms. Evans. Our medical specialists suspect tht she may make it through February. If she doesn’t, we will have to take her off of life support… I’m sorry,” he replied. This. Can’t. Happen. As if on cue my mom walks in with a worried look on her face.
“Kansas, are you okay? What about Phoenix, is she going to make it,” she asked worriedly, tears brimming, almost to the verge of falling over.
“I-I don’t know, she may not make it through February,” I reply, my crying has turned into sobs and I jump into my mom’s arms for comfort. As she rubs my back I have the urge to confess, “I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault.”
“Sh, sh, sh. No, no baby, no. It’s not your fault,” she choked out.
