Little Jimmy

# Prologue
Night fell uppon the manner, but the artificial lights that the hospital-like room provided shone through the window, making it stand out from the nartural rustic surroundings. On theinside bed lay a pretty young girl, eyes closed in deep sleep, skin white as white marble, thin as thin could have ever been, delicate as the most delicate rose petal. The machines that kept her alivebeepped and flashed in harmony with every life sing she gave, which wern't as many as health dictates. A dark figure sat next to her, looking down at his feet with chronic melancholy. His sofisticateddrawers seemed appropiate with the solemn feel the scene transmited. His shadowed face resembled that of the delicate beauty that lay beside him, only his showed the strain of a life of pain andfrustration. His eyes rose to gaze once again at the peacefull figure, the gost of her past gleaming in his eyes, memory an remorse taunting his every thought as a prieing eagle wating for the moment topounce, waiting for the instance to strike, though this never came, for as long as his sister lived, he could not give up, no, he wold not give up.

-One more year, my dear sister, one more yearforward, still carrying what it should have left behind- he sayed, knowing his words were to be lost in his sisters' unconcious mind, never to be heard -this one counts nun less than twenty, though it seemsnot a singlee day has passed since it began- he sat straight, startled by the precise and vivid record his battered old brain still kept of the events that had acurred two decades ago now -it stillseems like yesterday, you know? It never stops being yesterday, never has, probably never will -he said disgrunteldly -but after all these long years I believe the time has come, I owe you the fulltruth, however dark it may be, so you can understand at last what you really mean to me, how I do care for my little sister- shadows of his past filled his eyes with tears, making his feeling of...