Chapter One:

Like all wonderful stories, something bad happens. Someone dies or is faced with a hellish challenge, and it's true. My mother, Vanessa Jane Fields had cancer. She told me about three year ago. My story started there. In the hospital. She's still alive, but barely. She's hooked up to some breathing crap in my living room. My dad and my grandpa are all I have. Back then, I had everything.

"Mom, are you going to be okay?" Eleven year old me asked.

"Sweetie, I'm gonna keep on living, so I can annoy you for the rest of your life. Tess, I'll be with you,"I nodded because I had believed her. Now, I don't, but I wish I do.

"Mom, eventually, you're gonna break your promise. Then I won't have you anymore," I sniffed.

"Tess, look here. I'm not ever going to break my promise. Even if I die, Tess, I'll still be with you. I'll watch over you. I'll live in your heart. Okay?"

"Okay," was all I said. I hugged her and she hugged me.

"Um, sorry Ms. Tesserae, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. Our patient needs rest," I followed the doctor out of the room and sat down next to Dad.

"Daddy, do you think Mom's going to make it?" He smiled faintly.

"Your mother is the strongest woman I know. She will make it through this. It's just a little pothole in this bumpy road."

"Pothole? More like a chasm. Daddy, Mom's going to die eventually. I know it," I scoffed.

"Don't think so negatively, Tess."

"How else am I supposed to think? Am I supposed to think that the whole world is freaking perfect? I'd like to think that it is, but the truth is, it's not!" I was too young to think that the world was miserably awful, but after all, it did give my mother an awful disease. My mother had stage three thyroid cancer and two awful tumors on her left lung. She's bound to die sometime. Not that I want her to, but it was the truth.

"The world isn't perfect, Tess, but I want you to be a child still. I want you to live a happy life. Your mother is wonderful to me. She is my life," I was a bit jealous.

"Your LIFE! What am I to you? A freaking pile of knives? What,you consider me important and I'll aggravate you to death? What am I to you? Am I even a daughter to you? You know what? I'm walking home. See ya later, Dad!" I stormed off, leaving him in the dust.