Hello everyone. I don't know if there is anyone reading this. But if you are then I'd just want to say that this is the last chapter of the story. I'm not sure it's been great but I do know that after this I'll have taught you a bit about Epilepsy- if I have then I've done what I wanted.

So here we are.

KRASCH.

Once more Frankie stood by me when I tried to do something. This time I was holding onto a glass sculpture that broke into a million pieces when it hit the floor.

Delia stood on the other side of the store and gave me a meaning look before she went to get the floor brush.

"Why do you keep doing this? Is there anything else I can help you with?"

Frankie just shrugged and I was getting more and more annoyed when I saw her looking towards the door just as her brother came into the store.

For a second she stood watching from me, to him and back again. And then she disappeared

"Hey… I don't know if you remember me…"

"I remember you. Frankie's brother. We only saw each other a couple of days ago."

"That's true… I just wanted to say. I'm sorry for how I acted… Now… I didn't mean to scare you like that."

"That's okay. I actually meet a lot of such reactions."

"So… is she really here? Hasn't she been able to… go on? Like you said?"

"It was all true. She's not here in this moment but yes. There's still something she has to do before she can move on and I don't know what it is."

"Well… I'm just wondering… can I buy all of those things, the things I brought here. Can I buy them back somehow? We sort of regretted giving them away."

"Of course. You don't have to buy them. They're your things. We haven't even unpacked them." I went to get the box and put it on the counter in between us while we had to finish talking. "I had a feeling you would come back so here they are."

"Anyway." Christopher held a small pile of paper sheets in his hand. "We found these in the drawer of Frankie's desk. And mum told us how you helped us find it so we got some copies and… here." He handed them to me. "As long as it's not too much bother then we could use all he help we could get with spreading what all of these says."

"It's not a bother at all." I took the paper sheets. "Whatever I can do to help!"

"Thank you…" Christopher took the carton under one arm. "…for everything. Now, I'm starving and I think I'll pay a visit to Lento's."

He didn't say anything more but backed towards the door and raised his hand in a slight wave before he turned around and left. I could see Delia talking to a customer, so I just had to look at the first paper sheet.

There was a picture of a bracelet with plastic pearls reading "epilepsy" and I couldn't help but read what it said.

Epilepsy is real too.

And today it's one year passed since I found out I have it.

If I've met the reaction that Epilepsy isn't so bad? Life does go on.

Yeah, you could say that.

So if you are one of those who think so. I'm just about to go a little "did you know?" But, it's only about Epilepsy. So it can't be too bad? Can it?

Did you know that a person who has Epilepsy has ten percent higher of a risk to die young than a person who hasn't.

Did you know that it's a twenty three percent higher of a risk that a person with Epilepsy AND depression than for another to commit suicide? (TWENTY THREE!)

Did you know that side effects of Epilepsy medicines includes depression and suicidal thoughts (see last fact, maybe that's not so good) and also tiredness, headache, irritability, nervousness, hostility, rash, dizziness, cramps, anorexia, stiff and sore muscles, liver failure, dreams/ nightmares, trouble with concentrating, blackouts, losing/ putting on weight and it goes on and it goes on.

And I haven't even started.

-Did you know that seizures are caused by overactivity in the brain?

Did you know there are more than forty types of seizures?

Did you know that if a person has tried two different kinds of medications and none of them stops the seizures, the chance is less than five percent that any other kind will. And about a third of people with epilepsy will never have a medication that helps.

Did you know that in some cases Epilepsy can be cured with surgery? To begin with a surgery one start with trying to locate where in the brain the seizures are coming from. You can't always tell, but if you get one from there- maybe one can cut off that part of the brain. Sometimes it works, sometimes not. Sometimes it comes with side effects… what kind of side effects?

Side effects from cutting off a part of the brain. You can imagine!

For the one who has surgery there are more alternatives like splitting up the left and the right half of the brain, or to completely remove one half completely. There is one less drastic one where one, if you can't remove a part, you can go in and "block the way" in a nerve that causes seizures.

If I'm finished yet? Hmmm… Nope!

Did you know that according to Swedish law, it was forbidden during 212 years- between 1757 and 1969 to get married and have kids. Because people were afraid that the disease might inherit. 1969 isn't very long ago…

Seizures can be triggered by flashing lights in only about ten percent of the cases. Other things that can trigger can be how a person eats or sleeps, head injuri, heat, cold, hormones, alcohol, drugs, caffeine, fever, stress and of course forgotten meds that are meant to prevent seizures.

Did you know that a person with epilepsy has to be seizure free for at least a year to have a driver's license?

I could go on forever. Nag and manipulate and make in all ways I could to spread. But something tells me most of you have already moved on. How important can it be? Epilepsy is quite rare.

Or not.

Did you know that twice as many people have epilepsy than those who has cystic fibrosis, cerebral pares and multiple sclerosis- TOGETHER.

I'd like for you to share. I would give anything to make people see that we need change and that NOW. But people still believe that Epilepsy isn't so bad and ignores it when someone starts a profit or just a way with spread knowledge.

Only one more thing.

Did you know that more people die of Epilepsy than of breast cancer?

But it has to be cool. It's only about Epilepsy.

After all, life does go on.

I could feel shivers go down my spine as I read- every day of my life I was seeing spirits who had died in all kinds of ways- and yet I, and most other people knew so little about this one disease that were so much more common than any other.

"Excuse me." I told Delia as I saw Frankie right outside. "I'll be right back."

There was no reason to explain to her what I was going to do. Knowing what she thought about it…

Out on the street Frankie was standing by her bother's motorbike- the same we had seen at their driveway, but now whole and fixed.

"This is quite well written." I moved the pile of papers in my head. "You should have showed people what you had to say. Maybe it wouldn't have been so hard to spread as you thought."

Frankie just snorted, at me. But before I had had the chance to say anything she continued herself.

"No one who doesn't know what it's like will care about it… Will you try and spread it? I don't really care how you do it."

Suddenly it made sense how Frankie had treated me and given me the same kind of seizures that she had had.

Except for me they'd go away when she did…

"I'll do my best."

Frankie just sighed, I could see that she just wanted to change the subject and she looked down on the motorbike again.

"Good luck…" She said without even look at me. "…He fixed it. He's going to fix it more and paint it and everything but for now he can at least drive it…. That's everything I wanted to stay here for."

"Hello." Christopher was suddenly right by me, laid a box from Lento's in the box on the back of the bike. "Is… is my sister still here? Has she got anything more to say?"

"She's happy you fixed it."

Christopher sighed and ran a hand over the seat.

"I couldn't… I just kept feeling like this is what killed her." He sighed. "But… she always loved this more than anything else and there was nothing she wanted more than to drive it… It made her happy… She died in a second… I was up all night fixing it so I could drive… I knew that's what she'd want you know. But I kept telling myself that she was nowhere and it didn't matter what I did, she'd never know it anyway…"

"Then I came along."

"Yeah… And you could tell what she wanted… She always had a way with getting what she wanted."

"She wants you to drive, she'll be right behind you for one last ride."

Christopher nodded and threw one leg over the seat and turned the key. He looked at me one last time as he pulled his helmet on (he'd never forget it again) and nodded slightly in goodbye.

Without anything he turned forward and towards the street while he turned the motor on.

Right behind him sat Frankie, and she was smiling. As Christopher turned the gas on and speeded their way around the square the smile turned bigger and from the sweet wind her dark hair was flying after her one last time.

Christopher turned the gas and the speed went higher…

And Francesca May Kennedy just faded away.

Random fact

I have that bracelet Melinda sees on the picture. With plastic pearls and the word "Epilepsy" well, almost- it's spelt epilepsi, with an I on the end since it's Swedish. And I'll put a photo of it up on my Instagram Linneagbfanfiction. The pearls are purple because that's the awareness color.