5A/N I have, in my opinion, greatly improved this and I have also decided to change it from a general oneshot to a full lenght story. Please bare with my if I barely update or make loads of mistakes because I am talented at doing that.
Prologue-
"Mummy, I love you but when I die don't waste your life." Louise Spring said to the young woman sitting by the bed who had deep shadows under her eyes. The woman turned her head towards her and looked at her sweet looking face, trying to work out her seven year old daughters thoughts.
"Don't worry about me; I'm the one that's meant to worry about you." said the tired woman, who was doing nothing but worry; she was rushing around trying to keep up a job, looking after six year old son and going to see her dying daughter in hospital. The woman felt so much pressure. Having to explain to her son that his big sister was dying was heartbreaking.
"Mummy you should go home now. I'm tired and Daddy goes to work at seven so you need to look after Luke." Louise said. She yawned for effect. Louise really was tired but she wasn't one of yawning. She got tired a lot faster now and being trying to be so cheerful was hard work, but she had decided someone had to be jolly and no one else was doing a very good job of it.
"Tell Luke I love him."
The woman walked up to Louise, tucked her in, gave her a kiss on the forehead and whispered to her "Night honey, love you so much and I'll bring your brother to see you tomorrow." When her back was turned her back to her daughter, the woman a single tear run down her cheek. She hurried out of the hospital room, not wanting to let her daughter see her cry.
Louise sighed and turned over to get comfortable. She wasn't afraid of dying but that didn't mean she looked forwards to it. Her mother was miserable and Louise blamed herself. She knew her mother would have to suffer for a lot longer so it made sense to Louise that she was the one that had to be stronger.
A scream woke Louise up at two in the morning.
"No! No! She can't be! Please not my Meg, please!" A voice ran out from a nearby room. Louise shook her head sadly, letting the grim news sink in. Meg had been next to her when she was on the ward, they had been good friends. Meg had cancer as well. Louise wiped her eye and with great effort she sat up. Ignoring any warnings she had been given about getting up Louise forced herself to her feet and pulled her drip to the window of her little room. Louise climbed up onto the chair the young woman had occupied a few hours ago and pressed her hand against the window. She wanted to be as close to Meg as she could. Soon the same news would be given to her mother and the heart-wrenching cry of a mother losing her daughter would be heard - the desperate feeling of needing to escape had never been so strong for Louise.
"What are you doing out of bed Louise? At this time of night 'n' all!" a kind young nurse said as she hurried into the room. The nurse lifted the skinny little girl into her bed.
"Meg died didn't she?" Louise asked. The nurse nodded and sighed; she liked Louise and knew there was no use in lying to the clever little girl. "Please can I talk to her mum?" As the nurse began to say she didn't think Megs mum would want to talk to Louise, the ill little girl gave the nurse a pleading look. The nurse thought for a bit before consenting.
"I'll see what I can do then, just 'cause it's you."
As Louise waited for the nurse to return her eyes began to droop. She had almost nodded off by the time a messy-haired, tear-stained woman came in. Louise wasn't worried by the dishevelled appearance of Megs mum which would have terrified most seven year olds, the woman had just lost her daughter. Louise propped herself up on her pillow and took a deep breath.
"When I was on the ward with Meg, we talked a lot. She asked me to ask you if you have a message for her, if she died first... Just in case there is an afterlife. Meg said she wanted me to tell you she loves you." Louise said, just speaking was an enormous effort to her then and she was sure the end was near.
"Tell her... tell her I love her."
Louise nodded and mumbled "Okay... Night," She was complete worn out and her eyelids were drooping. Louise frowned as pain shot though her chest. She shut her eyes as the pain ceased and her little heart stopped beating. Louise died.
Still heartbroken from the loss of her own daughter the womans' eyes watered for the dead girl who lay before her. She whispered. "Goodnight Lou."
As a young woman sobbed and her husband held the hand of his dead daughters' corpse, a little boy promised that he was going to make his big sister proud, somehow. He would be successful, start a charity or find someone to help but, for now at least, he would let himself cry.
A/W: I know it wasn't very romantic but trust me all shall become clear. Also there is (if it works) a poll on my profile about POV so if you read this then please take the time to do the poll.
Words: 869 (I promise the chapters will be longer.)
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