Courtney was rushed to hospital. Helpless, I watched my one friend I have be taken away on a stretcher. I couldn't cry anymore either. All my tears wear gone. My tear ducts were bone dry. I was incapable of doing anything now.Paralysed by fear. Fear that I'd never get Courtney back. Then, another thought struck my head like a lightening bolt.
Betty. The one year old baby. Her mum might not come back. I don't know what I should do anymore. Similar to me, being 16 and pregnant, her parent didn't want to get involved with Betty. Despite how adorable she is. I'd have to look after her myself. Suddenly, a doctor, around 32, came out. I could tell the news by his face.
"Courtney died of a drug overdose. I'm so sorry for your loss."
I had to leave. I couldn't be here anymore. I ran. But one thing I did know was Betty was my own now. I can run away from Courtney's death, But I couldn't run away from motherhood...
