Aubrey
The doctor checked me up as everyone else left the room.
"So Ms. Smith how do you feel as of right now?"
"Still sore a little."
"We will provide you with some pain killers."
I nodded my head and relaxed againt the bed.
"How about mentally and emotionally?"
"Umm, i dont know?"
She wrote down on the clipboard and looked up at me.
"I will suggest that once you get checked out of the hospital that you will go see a therapist to help you through this time. Is that alright?"
"Yea."
The doctor left out the room and i laid back in the bed. My mind wondered to Andre. Was that really him or was all that a dream?
I began to cry as I wondered how my life would be if he was still alive.
Trinity
I sat in the waiting room while the doctor looked over Aubrey's vitals. Thats when a idea sparked into my mind.
"Daddy." I said referring to my dad who was sitting next to me.
"Yes" "Huh" My dad and De'Andre said at the same time.
My face began to turn red as my dad looked over at De'Andre.
He coughed and looked away.
"..Anyway, what if we throw Aubrey a little party get together with just us and get all of her favorite foods and chill and watch movies. Like we can dedicate this day to her. I can even set up a theme for her."
"That'll be a good idea, my babygirl been through so much."
My heart went out to my dad. He just found Aubrey a couple months ago.
I smiled and themes flooded my thought then East came up to us with flowers in his hand and Ms. Brewster standing right next to him.
My dad mugged him and got up to hug Ms. Brewster.
"I'm so sorry for everything that's been happeneing through the family. I was so busy and my son of mine don't call me like that." She said side eyeing East.
"It's ok Nicole."
She nodded and looked over at me.
"Trinity girl is that you, I haven't seen you in years." She stated as I got up and hugged her.
"It was only last month." I giggled back to her.
Aubrey (3 weeks later)
Today was the day that I go discharged from the hospital. They kept my on suicide watch since the big incident. I started psychotherapy, and I was diagnosed with bipolar depression. I didn't realized I had until me and my therapist began to talk about things.

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