no more than bane ever ~escaped~


Cancer. My baby sister had cancer. Fourteen year olds are not supposed to get cancer. I felt as though I had fallen out of a tree and landed on my back – I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think, I couldn’t do anything. I wanted to trade places with her, to give her a normal high school experience that wouldn’t be blemished by her body’s attempt to destroy itself. She didn’t deserve that, not sweet, kind, good Prim. - Based off the song “Skin” by Rascal Flatts

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