Title:           ChangeAnon, Prologue - Dead Man
Author:          Hinder
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First Edit:      Friday 22nd of June 2012 06:19:37 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Friday 22nd of June 2012 06:19:37 PM CDT

>You wake up with a jolt, immediately starting into a weak coughing fit.
>It takes a couple minutes, but the coughing dies down and you remain sitting up in your hospital bed.
>This wasn’t a huge surprise to you, for it had been happening for a couple years now.
>The doctors were surprised that you actually made it that long, considering most patients with your type of lung cancer died in the first year.
>You were a fighter, not that it mattered much as you outright refused to get the proper treatment the doctors wanted you to do.
>It was too expensive, and you refused to do it for two very good reasons.
>And those reasons were both at your side of the bed, sitting in chairs while they gave you a weak smile.
>You returned the smile back to both of them, your two daughters.
>They practically begged you to undergo the treatment, but you were too stubborn and never budged, not once.
>Taking the treatment would practically bankrupt your family, and the only reason you even worked two jobs was for them.
>One job was at a coal mine, most likely were you got the cancer.
>The other was a small shop you owned, selling small trinkets, watches, shoes, and dresses.
>You worked on the trinkets and watches, while your two daughters both worked on the clothing.
>At a young age they both expressed an interest in fashion, even having some skill in it.
>You had gotten them dolls for their birthdays, with fancy dresses and shoes.
>They both loved them, and even started to design their own clothes for the dolls.
>You managed to get some money together and bought some clothing materials for them, and they turned out to be naturals at it.
>For awhile you were happy, even though your wife was gone, having died at an early age for both of your daughters.
>They hardly remembered her, though the pain was always fresh in your mind.
>It took you awhile, but you were finally happy again, filling the void in your heart with your two wonderful daughters.
>You think back to when the cancer first hit you, hard.
>It was your wife’s anniversary of the day she had died, and your two daughters were trying to cheer you up.
>They were walking by you on each side, holding your hands while you made it over to your wife’s grave.
>Just having them by your side always gave you a smile on your face.
>You looked over at them, both of them beautiful; wearing black dresses they had made for each other.
>They both had long black hair, the younger one almost resembling your wife in a way, with her face and eyes.
>The older one though looked more like you, but feminine.
>You smiled at both of them, proud of them for being so strong.
>A couple tears ran down your face, but you continued to smile.
>Maybe they were stronger than you.
>Before you had even made it over to your wife’s tombstone though, you doubled over in a coughing fit, your daughters startled.
>It had started out weak in your walk, but you thought you could keep it down like usual.
>This wasn’t the first time it had happened, but you always acted strong and hid it from them.
>The fit didn’t stop quickly though, and it continued to drag on and you even started to cough up blood.
>An ambulance arrived after being called by one of your daughters a little while afterwards, and you were brought to a hospital.
>And now here you were, dieing in a hospital bed next to your kids while the cancer in your body continued to spread.
>You were angry at first, powerless to stop the cancer from slowly killing you.
>Even undergoing the treatment for it wouldn’t save you, maybe give you a couple more years of life.
>Though soon you accepted your fate, but it didn’t stop you from trying to live.
>Sometimes you even left the hospital to continue your work, although you were always brought back.
>This continued for awhile until the cancer grew too strong, and you had to stay in a hospital bed with life support.
>The constant beeping in the room always reminded you of it being there.
>You squeezed both of your daughter’s hands, assuring them in a weak voice, no more than a whisper, that it would be okay.
>You half meant it, they were both strong and would look out for each other, and you had saved up enough money for them to be safe for a couple years.
>Doing your duty as a father you brought them both up right, as best as you could.
>They seemed to grow even stronger than you could’ve imagined though, most likely because of their mother, or lack thereof anyways.
>All you knew was that they would be okay and watch each other’s backs, just like you taught them to.
>You lay back down on your bed, more tired than usual, trying to keep your eyes open.
>Your heartbeat was starting to slow down, your body weak from fighting off the cancer and failing.
>At first you hadn’t noticed, but then you saw a couple doctors in the room, along with your daughters crying softly into your side.
>You rubbed their heads, smiling and closing your eyes, they would be alright.
>They were tough young women, and in time, their wounds would heal, just like yours did with your wife.
>You continued to smile, holding your daughter’s hands even though you were no longer there.
>The noise in the hospital room seemed to stop all at once, save for two sobbing noises.
>The doctors unplugged the life support machine in the room and walked out, deciding to give them some silence.