May 29, 2002, Pardee-Wymount Memorial Hospital
My tears began to fall again, streaming down my cheeks like before. Time seemed to slow down, stretching every moment as if caught in a movie. It felt surreal, as if I were witnessing something deeply emotional unfolding right in front of me. If I could somehow describe it better, I'd say it's similar to getting high for the first time.
When I finally woke up, I found myself in a doctor's body, a bright light shining harshly in my eyes. As I regained my senses, I heard a man and a woman crying softly as they held a newborn baby in their arms. Next to them stood two little girls and a boy, their expressions a mix of wonder and uncertainty. The man had tears rolling down his face, and the sight pulled at my own heartstrings—this was my family, or what was left of it.
But soon, the man's frustration boiled over. He shouted angrily at the children, his voice filled with disappointment as they jumped back in surprise. "What are you brats waiting for? Greet your baby sister!" he yelled.
The children hesitated, their small frames frozen as they slowly approached the hospital bed, looking into the baby's eyes.
The boy's thoughts turned dark as he watched. "There it is," he thought, feeling overwhelmed. "The girl who will ruin everything for me." A tear fell onto the sheets, a sign of his mixed emotions.
"God damn it! You little brat!" the man shouted again, frustration seeping into his words. "Do you know how much this hospital costs? And now we need extra sheets! Money doesn't grow on trees. Get to the lobby before I give you a reason to cry!" The boy held back his own tears, gripping his sister's tiny hand tightly as he led the little girls out to the lobby, wanting to protect them from their father's anger.
As his younger sisters drifted off to sleep in his arms, he whispered softly, "I'll find a way out of here for us. I promise." One of the little girls asked with tears in her eyes, "Jesse, why is Dad so mean? Does he not love us?"
His heart ached at her question, but he replied with a reassuring tone, "No. I'm sure he loves us. He just doesn't know how to show it."
In that moment, I felt myself fall into a dark place, a pit of despair that seemed to grab hold of me, pulling me deeper into my own anguish.
Guess what? I'm fed up.
BOOOOO CORNY OMFG I WAS DEF GOING THRU SHIT AT THE TIME.
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Somewhere Only We Know
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