Life is much simpler when you're three. My little sister doesn't know what I'm going through. Every time she sees me, she lights up like a Christmas tree. She's bright for her age and she knows when I'm having a bad day. Her solution is to put a Doc McStuffings band aid on my forehead, hit me with her toy stethoscope, and shouts "All better!"
I remember how devastated she had been when I went away to camp. She didn't understand why I was gone, all she knew was that I was not with her. When I got home, she refused to let me out of her sight. For the next three days, she followed me everywhere.
And I mean everywhere.
I drew the line at the bathroom. I told her to wait patiently outside the door and she broke down in tears. Once I finished, I opened the door and she immediately ran in for a hug. She accused me of leaving her again. I told her I was right here.
That wasn't enough for her.
She held up her pinky and demanded my word.
I got on her level and looked into her big brown eyes. I locked her pinky in mine and made a promise.
I promised I would never leave her.
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Thirteen Reasons Why I Am Alive
FanfictionThere are thirteen reasons why I'm still alive. If you are reading this, you are one of them. (This is a very very rough outline. I will elaborate on the shorter chapters eventually)
