#abuella

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As a 5 year old, Mirabel wasn’t ready for this much guilt. She wasn’t ready for any of this to happen, and she wondered what she did wrong for her Abuella to hate her. The longer she pondered and wondered why, the more she felt the sob crawling up her throat.

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A Hanahaki disease fanfiction about Mirabel of Encanto. Also Bruno isn’t in this fanfiction cause I just couldn’t put him in. But the story does happen before and kinda after we meet mr amazing pants.

TW’S : blood , major character death , familial trauma

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As a 5 year old, Mirabel wasn’t ready for this much guilt. She wasn’t ready for any of this to happen, and she wondered what she did wrong for her Abuella to hate her. The longer she pondered and wondered why, the more she felt the sob crawling up her throat.

Soon enough, she couldn’t hold it back anymore. It was late at night so most everyone would be sleeping. So she let it out. She screamed and cried, sitting up from her bed to punch her pillow multiple times until she got tired. The thing stopping her wasn’t her sobs, nor the pillow that was slowly starting to rip at the seams, but was Mirabel coughing up something.

A blue flower was sitting in the palm of Mirabel’s small hand. All she could do was stare shocked at the flower. She didn’t know what this ment, nor what this would mean in the future, but decided to sleep on it. Slightly from pure exhaustion and slightly from confusion.

The next morning, Mirabel felt a cough go up her throat, and low and behold, a blue flower was in the palm of her hand yet again.

“¿Lo que está sucediendo?” Her voice came out, hoarse and quiet. She believed it might’ve been so quiet that Dolores couldn’t even hear her. But she digresses, and gets up anyways, taking the flower with her to ask her mom what’s happening.

Mirabel turned a blind corner in her house when she ran straight into her Abuella.

“Oh! Sorry Abuella!” Abuella looked down at Mirabel, and she read the look as it was being displayed as plain as day.

Abuella hated Mirabel.

Or at least that’s what Mirabel thought when she saw the angry and disappointed face of her grandmother.

“Mirabel. Go back to your room, we have a lot of stuff to do today, and we can’t have you in the way.”

What?

Since when has Abuella acted this way towards Mira. She never did anything. But she didn’t get her gift. I guess that’s why Abuella’s acting like this.

“..S-si Abuella.” Mirabel moved out of the walkway for her grandmother to walk through, and she walked back to the nursery.

The next few years, Mirabel had learned what the flowers meant. She had a rare disease called Hanahaki disease which is fueled by unrequited love. It also has no cure. Although, it took longer for her to find out who didn’t love her back.

The longer she thought about it, the more she wondered. It couldn’t have been her parents. They practically said how much they loved her every day. Maybe it was Tio Felix? No, he loved everyone.

That’s when it hit.

It was her Abuella.

Her Abuella was the one who caused her Hanahaki disease, though probably not on purpose. Probably.

No definitely. Abuella wouldn’t had hated Mirabel if she knew that every day she would cough up blue-sometimes-blood-stained flowers.

Mirabel chuckled, “Maybe this is my gift. Making flowers grow inside my lungs.” She knew it wasn’t funny, and it was just her anger and sadness talking. But in that moment, she couldn’t help but laugh.

She laughed out the pain. So hard to the point when she coughed up even more flowers.

Soon after her realization, her cousin (and basically little brother) moved into the nursery with her. She tried her hardest to keep her Hanahaki a secret from not only the toddler, but from the rest of the family. She didn’t want to burden them even more than she had already done. Plus, Antonio was just a kid. He couldn’t deal with that much weight on his shoulders knowing his basically-older-sister is slowly dying.

During her first few 10 years of having this incurable disease, she noticed it becoming increasingly more difficult to keep down the coughing. Her family had played it off as a small cold.

But it all changed the day when the family found out about Bruno’s vision of Mirabel breaking their Casita. In those moments when the plate of the full vision board slide across the table for all the family to see, Mirabel could barely breathe. She noticed the shortness of breath quickly, never feeling quite this much strangulation.

Mirabel turned around after taking a look at their faces. She saw the disbelief on her mothers face. The anger on Tia Pepa’s face. The disappointment on Abuella’s. And yet, all Mirabel could do was cough. She coughed and coughed, flowers of blue covered in the deep red of her blood. Her family was angry. Truly angry. The cracks in their Casita had started to form, so everyone’s attention was on the house and the gifts of everyone going into disarray.

Everyone ran out of the room, ignoring Mirabel, trying to find out what was happening to their Casita.

When Mirabel knew they were gone, she quickly cleaned up her mess and stumbled to her room. Save for one blood-covered petal.

But she couldn’t hide this forever.

The person to come across the blood-covered petal was Isabela. Isabela had stormed into her room after her messed up plans with her engagement, and she was bound to get hungry eventually. So, walking back to the kitchen, she came across a petal that wasn’t her own.

She gasped, and stared bewildered at the object. What was this?

“MAMÁ!” Isa yelled, causing Julieta walking towards the scene.

“Mi hija, what’s wrong?” Isabela picked up the flower and showed it her to her. The moment Julieta’s eyes widened as she studied the blood-converse petal.

“Isabela, did you cough this up?” Julieta asked in a very serious tone. Isabela shook her head no. “No Mamá. I found it. It’s definitely not one of mine.” Julieta nodded and held her hand out for Isabela to put the petal into her mothers palm.

Julieta walked into the open living area of the house. Everyone was there, save for Mirabel, and she had gotten everyone’s attention.

“Everyone!” Julieta yelled, an intimidating scene from everyone of the family. “I need all of you to be very straightforward with me. Does this flower belong to any of you?”

Everyone studied the flower, yet all came to the same conclusion in the end. No one knew who the flower belonged to or where it came from.

“Julieta, why would you interrupt our very serious conversation when it’s just about a stupid flower?”

“Pepa, por favor! This flower is one of the Hanahaki disease! It’s very important, because whoever has it will die. It’s an incurable disease that’s caused by unrequited love.” Pepa’s face soften as she bowed her head. Felix grabbed her hand.

“Wait…” Luisa started, “If none of us have it, who does?”

Her eyes widened. As did the rest of the families.

Mirabel.

The family ran up the stairs, finding the blue door that led them to the sight of Mirabel. Their Mirabel, hunched on the floor, coughing and silent tears rolling down her face.

“Mi amor!” Julieta ran and slid to her youngest daughter. How long has her baby been suffering? Who caused her to suffer?

“Mamá?” Mirabel’s voice squeaked out. “Mamá, it hurts.”

Julieta had only cried. She tried using comforting gestures but it didn’t stop the pain. Julieta was useless.

“Julieta! Do something!” Pepa yelled, holding her niece in her arms as well. “Pepa, I cant. There’s no remedy.” Julieta cries. Pepá looks at Julieta with disbelief.

What had they done?

After finding out their family member, a person part of the amazing Madrigals had no gift, they shunned her. They told her she couldn’t do anything. She had to stand on the side as the rest of them shone in their amazing way.

They pushed her out and to the side. Some of them not even having a good enough relationship with Mirabel.

Abuella felt guilty. She knew this all was caused by her. She knew she failed to love her granddaughter because of her own selfish thoughts.

“Mirabel. Mirabel I’m so sorry.” Abuella walks through the small (?) crowd of family surrounding her. (Only a few actually noticed how little her room was.)

Abuella got on her knees and held Mirabel’s face. The first she’s done in many, many years.

“I love you Mirabel.”

“I love you too Abuella.”

Now another photo was next to the one of Abuelo Pedro. One of a happy smiling girl.

Hydrangeas where the flowers at the funeral. The flower meaning family. Kind of ironic, isn’t it?

Everyone mourned for the loss of a wonderful, happy-go-lucky, sunshine girl who went too soon.

thats my new life motto.