As I watched

More losses

"What do you mean an an incident?" I looked up shacked. What could be an incident, especially when my best friends are dead?

"The girls, they were like daughters to your mom. She loved them so much and their gone," Mrs. Archer looked at me, "And she didn't believe that you were okay so she.... so she..... so she killed herself. She got a knife and..."

No. My mom was dead. She was dead. I sobbed. It hurt. Now there was only one person left alive that I truly loved.

"What about my brother?" I looked up screaming, "What will happen to Nathan?"

"He's pretty shaken up. He's in therapy now and your dad will be moving in with him. I'm sorry, Lana. I'm so sorry."

"What? Dad will beat him! He might even kill him! I need to see Nathan," I needed out if the hospital. I needed to see Nathan.

That's when Dr. Sheen walked in and told Mrs. Archer that she had to leave. He sat down with and tried to calm me down. I eventually fell asleep in a pool of tears.

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The next morning I woke up and was told that I could go to the manorial service, but I had to go in a wheel chair because I was still paralyzed from the waist down. I was brought a black dress and Mrs. Archer drove me.

When we got there flowers were sitting around the pews in the church. I was never religious but my dad was so I've been to church a lot. I sat with Mrs. Archer and cried all through the four hour service.

After the service I had to go back to the hospital and when I got there I was met by a disappointment.

"Alana, it's good to see you. I'm sorry to hear about your friends and the wheel chair."

"Dad, leave. Go back to Florida. I don't want you here," I wheeled past dad into my room.

"Just so you know, Nathan isn't my kid. He's going to Wisconsin to live with his aunt," dad looked at me. I had forgotten that Nathan was adopted after dad left.

"I don't want you here. Your an ass and I want nothing to do with you," I slammed the door on him.

"So that's your dad," Dr. Sheen was sitting in the corner of my room, "He seems nice."

"He's not. He abused me and my mom. He once broke my arm. Another time he gave me a concussion. I don't want him here I want him gone."

"My dad was like that. And I'm sorry for you. If you ever need to talk, let me know."

I just smiled. It was nice to have someone else.