Y/N's POV
I can't believe she made me do this.
The whole family hates me.
I'm not selfish, I promise.
She just couldn't do it anymore, I just want her to be happy and she said this will make her happy, this ended her pain and suffering.
I asked her, why? Why didn't she want to get a surgery that will save her life? Why did she want to die when she could've lived a little longer?
'It's not living when I'm on my death bed.'
It made sense.
She couldn't really do much.
Her body was giving up and it was clear to see.
'I'm never gonna' leave you. If you ever feel alone, go to our own Neverland.'
So that's what I'm doing.
She died 13 days ago.
My sissy left.
But I'm happy for her.
It was scary how she gave me advice on how to cope when she's not here.
How she just accepted the fact that leukaemia was taking her life away.
She was wise beyond her years.
You may wonder why my family hates me...
Let me go back to before I was born.
Kate, my older sister, was 4 when she got diagnosed with cancer, leukaemia to be precise.
The doctor told our parents there's not much he can do but what could really help Kate is having an all time donor.
None of our family members had the right blood or bone types, everything unmatched; so the doctor recommended another pregnancy.
Me.
I was planned.
I'm a designer baby.
The doctor made sure all of my DNA's were similar enough to Kate's so that I could donate my body parts to her.
I never really had a choice.
Everything was done against my will.
I had no right over my own body.
It's as if I was a product my parents worked on for months to plan to just use me.
I never felt loved, just used to keep their actual, only daughter alive.
As time passed, Kate got more and more sick, the surgeries more and more serious, until it came to the point where I had to donate her my kidney.
She didn't want it.
She knew it could mean I'd probably won't be able to get pregnant, I'd have to be more careful when I drank, I'd have to be careful when I'm active in any way.
She also knew she wouldn't make it through the operation.
So she made me tell our whole family that 'I'm important too!'.
How I'm scared and don't want to be cut open, yet again.
The night before she died, she thanked me for helping her, for soothing her pain.
She had a list of things she wanted to do before she passed.
She has done every single one apart from the last wish.
