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This story is dedicated to my cousin Clarissa, may she stay strong in her battles and thank you God for keeping her nice and healthy so she can live her life with her family. I hope you enjoy it! I will update as soon as I can.

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This is my story, as in my ideas that came from my awesome brain and my own beating heart. That's a bit over dramatic but it's true. So if I catch anyone copying or using my story I will report you and make sure you don't do it again.

Please enjoy, their is a droll worthy boy in here, just saying.

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"We wander here and scamper there, inspect this and nibble at that, until at some point we look up and realize we are either lost or about to get destroyed."

I don't remember it completely, just bits and pieces. I was small, it's not like you remember everything. My mother told me I had dark bruises on my legs and arms. I constantly was weak and I was pale and I didn't eat right. She knew immediately that something was wrong with me and she was determined to find out what it was. I remember being taken to the doctors all the time because my parents were persistent on finding out what was wrong with me, even if the doctors kept saying it was nothing. My parents knew it was something. After that it was a blur. She told me that I had almost died but I got lucky because they took me to a different doctor, it was finally then that they diagnosed me with cancer in the blood. Leukemia.

The only thing I remember after that was being in the hospital for weeks, not knowing what was happening, just trying to get past it. I made friends there, most of them by now are dead because they weren't so fortunate like me, that's what the rest say but honestly I think they were the lucky ones. They don't have to fight to survive anymore, they don't have to be depressed about their condition, they are free and in a better place. The only memory I have of them is the picture in my room that I've had for 15 years. My last day at the hospital was probably the best day of my life, I was waiting patiently as the doctor took off the needle in my hand, that was connected to the monitor that made sure I was stable.

It's been 15 years and now whenever I get out of the hospital, I don't rejoice anymore because I know I'll be back soon. I am still fighting and now it is just my dad, my brother and me. My mother died in a car accident when I was 14. That was probably the hardest time for me, I didn't have her anymore to help me. She was my friend, she gave me hope, she made me feel alive, like I could actually still do this. I was so depressed with her death that my condition got worse. Chemo wasn't helping, I wasn't eating, I wold barely go out, I didn't take my medicine daily like I was supposed to and I simply didn't care anymore.

It was easy for me to slip because I was barley a teenager and well lets be honest about this, teens are not the most stable people in the word.

It was hard for me to get back on track, that was probably the second time I was close to dying, even though I'm practically dying a little everyday. No joke intended. It almost happened but, I had my brother to help me, I was grateful for that. My dad helped a lot too but it was my brother who had the biggest impact on me, he was 17 at the time I was going to bed when I passed by his room and I heard him. He was talking with his best friend Reed.

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"I don't know what to do. I already lost my mom, I can't lose her too," my brother said distressed.

"We can't give up on her, she's had it hard but we can't let her go like that man," Reed tries to comfort his best friend.

"I know but- What do I do? How do I help her? She's my own sister and I don't even  know how to help her. Besides my dad, she's all I have," my brother sobs.