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Who'll Be

R.S.S

"I'm terribly sorry Mr and Mrs Hutchinson but.
There's nothing more we can do for your daughters case.
We've tried everything we can and nothing seems to be working. I'm terribly sorry."

I could hear the sobs that were coming from my Mother behind the door.

My Father stayed silent but, it wasn't like him to cry when Mother would.

He wanted to be the strong.

Just like I had grown to be.

Next to me, my big brother was squeezing my hand softly as he cried.
His head resting on our hands and his shoulders were shaking as he did so.

I reached my hand over and combed my fingers through his soft hair.

Now's not the time to cry.

Not with my brother feeling so broken.

I just kept combing his hair calmly as I cooed little nothings to him.

I wouldn't be the one hurting after I die.

The best I could do was try and reassure them while I lived.

"Oh my Baby!" My Mother rushed into the room, pausing when she saw me combing Tobi's hair with a peaceful look on my face.

She broke down on the seat opposite my Big Brother.

I took one of her hands and pulled her to sit right next to me. I pulled her into a hug and held her while she cried.

My other hand in Tobi's was rubbing my thumb in circles.

"It's okay Mom. Dont cry." I told her softly. Not wanting the last thing to hear is the heartbreaking sobs of my Mother.

My Father stood silently behind my Mother.
Giving me a caring look.

One that I had seen many times growing up. A look that made me happy each time I saw it.

I smiled lightly up to him. Wanting him to know I was okay. That I'd be okay.

"hide me" "i don't wanna see"
-(>-(>_<)

"is it over?" "Huh? O-Oh! N-No, stay hidden" "ohh.....!"
-(>-(o_<)

It was deadly silent tonight. Mom and Dad had gone home, Tobi was asleep at my side and I could hear the machine's beep ringing in my ear.

"Are you scared baby?"

I turned my head to see Tobi looking at me lazily. As though he was in a state of being half awake and half asleep.

"No. I'm just sad." I told him truthfully. He grabbed my hand.

"Why are you sad?" He asked me softly.

"Because I don't like it."

He looked so confused now. "What don't you like?"

'I don't like that you'll be hurting. I don't like that you'll cry.'

I looked at him solemnly.

'I'm sad because I'll be hurting you all.'

My vision became blurred.

'I'm sad because Mom and Dad were great. I'm sad because I'll never be able to tell them how great they were, are and gonna be. I'm sad because I'll never be able to wipe your tears away again. I'm sad because I'll be hurting you all.'

I started to cry. The tears leaving sloppy marks across my cheeks.

'I'm sad because I'll never get to grow up with you.'

I wiped harshly at my eyes.

'I'm sad because I'll never get to do anything with you ever again. I'm sad because the last thing you'll remember me by is a frail, hollow, pale body lying in a stupid hospital room looking so weak. I'm sad because I love you all. And I'll never be able to tell you that again.'

I shook my head and squeezed his hand tightly.

"I'm sad because... because."

He sat up quickly and grabbed my hand with both of his now.

His lips were moving but there was no sound.

'Because...'

I could see nurses rushing around him, prodding at my body but I couldn't feel their touch.

"I'm sad because, I don't like that you'll be sad."