He took a deep breath. "She was younger than me...but she was perfect. She had been to the doctor many times. Everyone thought it was just a bad cold. Her fever was always high. She couldn't sit without feeling out of air. But she loved hearing me play the guitar. She loved the way the string made music together. Of course I was older than her. But not old enough to hear the adults talk. I was never told how sick she was. Or what she had. Just that she had a cold. No one ever told me anything. Lyla, but I called her leelo. I don't know why. Anyways. One day she was better. They said she could come home. And she did. I had a little recidle on the guitar. She was going to be b and I wanted it to be good. I thought somehow she'd feel better if I played. She always did. I got on stage but she was in a wheel chair with and air bag to help her breathe. I never knew how sick she really was until she went. I froze on stage. I couldn't play. I just fled off stage. My sister was confused but she knew me better than anyone. After that we went home and within a few days she had to return to the hospital. I wonder if it started to feel like a second home to her. We knew everyone. All the staff and patients. We were told with a surgery she would be all cured and would never have to sleep over at the hospital. We were all thrilled. My parents stayed and I went out to get her a guitar. A pretty purple one for her. And after this. Everything was a blur. Everything went into slow motion. I walked in. The nurses were racing to a room. My mom was on the floor crying and mad dad was in tears and hugging her. The nice nurse lady that took care of my sister. Gave me a look. A look I will never forget. And she said four word. "I'm sorry. She's gone." I ran I to her room. She was cold. Her eyes were the lightest gray. I was told her sickness was elemtoria. A disease that makes you tired and makes breathing hard. A pain hurts your legs. But that isn't my point. They had found a cure. I saw it on the newspaper. A week ago. And no one else knew. But I did. And if they had told me what it was....I could've saved her. Leelo would've been here. No one ever tells me anything..." I didn't say anything. I couldnt. He was in tears. He was in pain. I went over to him. I took his hand as he cried on my shoulder. We stayed like that for a while. Along while. Harry peeked through the door. He looked angry. All I did was mouth. 'I'll explain later' and he understood. "You wanna know something austin?" I whispered "what?" He said whipping his tears. "Leelo would've been proud. So proud to see her brother right now." I said "I know gin...I know"
I'm SOSOSOSOSO SORRY FOR THE WAIT I FORGOT MY PASSWORD YIKESSSS and school was annoying but I'm back and ready . More to come soon. If u have and idea do tell. Readersxox
