Battling Bands

~Jess' POV 6 months later~
"What do you mean!?" I yelled at the doctor. I couldn't believe it. No, no, no, this can't be happening.

"Miss, I know this is a shock but your daughter has cancer." He calmly repeated for the second time. I couldn't believe it! My daughter, Willow, so young and innocent, only six months and already has cancer.

"Hey, it's ok. She's a fighter, she can beat it." Andy rubbed my arm as I cried into my hands. No, no, this is so unfair! She couldn't have cancer! It must be a mistake.

"Jess, babe, you know she's got your strength, willpower, and stubbornness. She's gonna make it through this." Em tried to comfort me. It was the best she could do, but frankly, nothing was going to help me. Not now. I held my daughter in my arms while Mattie cooed to the other, in her arms. She blinked her little brown eyes up at me and I hated knowing the fact that she probably wouldn't make it past age 10, if even. 10, though low, was a lot to ask for. I broke down and cried even harder.

~3 years later~

"She's okay. She's just fine." My husband, Andy, whispered into my ear, while I sat there looking at my little Willow. Kezi, in my arms was looking at her sister as well.

"Momma, when's wiwwow gonna wake up?" Her young, green, worried eyes looked up at me.

"I'm sorry Kez. I don't know." I didn't, couldn't tell her Willow was dead. Three youthful, exciting, and hospital filled years. That's all she lived.

"She was Jessica and Andy's child, a picture of perfection. A little angel before and now she's home. I wish I could've told you goodbye properly Willow." Mattie, her godmother, spoke to the audience in the small church. I couldn't help but cry again. There wasn't a time when I wouldn't cry when thinking of my dead daughter. We all quietly clapped, and I rose to the podium for my speech.

"I used to wonder why- I used to- I used to wonder why all the best people died first. I-I-I realize now it's because they belong up in heaven and down here they aren't happy. W-W-Willow was the twin Kezi loved, and the daughter I loved, b-b-b-but I know that up there God won't let me down, and he's feeding her all the fries she can fit in her mouth, and she's the happiest s-s-she-s-she ever was and ever will be. I'm sorry she had to leave. Mommy loves you, Willow." I whispered the last sentence to the corpse of my daughter, that was in the casket. I couldn't stay in the room. I couldn't handle it. It was too much, hearing their words, and seeing her lifeless form lying there. I say outside and cried. I cried and cried and cried until I felt like I was going to die from dehydration. My daughter! My lovely little girl, dead! At least I still have Kezi. Kezi, Willow's other half.

Notes

Hey guys! Don't hate me for this, I already hate myself for it. But trust me, I know what I am doing.

RIP Willow. You will be missed, greatly.

Stay Strong! Love Ya!