The trip to Louiville is a blur.
Occasionally, I will come out of the blur just enough to eat, or for Peter to drag me into a gas station so I can go to the bathroom.
I do not want to be stuck in the blur.
The blur is confusing.
One moment it is morning, then the sun is setting the next.
The blur is disorienting.
Peter tells me to eat, then a second later it is time to eat again.
The blur is hard for Peter to watch.
I hear him when he begs me to snap out of it, but I cannot put his words into sentences, and I am too tired to will myself to wake up.
I do not want to be stuck in the blur.
The blur is confusing.
The blur is repetitive.
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The Medical School
ActionBren Halsey has spent her whole life in an orphanage. She blames her miserable existence on her parents-they abandoned her on the orphanage's doorstep as an infant. Her daily routine consists of online classes, taking the trash out, and annoying the...
