In the dimly lit room, the steady beep of the monitors provided a rhythmic backdrop as London lay motionless on the hospital bed. Her once lively, vibrant form now pale and still, her features etched with pain and exhaustion. The air was heavy with the scent of antiseptic and the lingering presence of hope, fragile as a newborn fawn.
As the days turned into weeks, the people who mattered most to London continued to visit her, their faces etched with worry and concern. Chris, Debo, Lena, Nunu, Cardi B, and Nia would sit by her bedside, holding her limp hand, whispering words of encouragement and promises of a better future. They told her stories of their lives, shared their joys and sorrows, and reminisced about the countless memories they had made together.
But it wasn't just the living who visited London during those long, lonely days. Her deceased mother, the one person who had suffered the most at the hands of their abusive father, would also appear at her bedside. Their conversations were intense and emotional, often filled with anger and frustration. London would rail against her mother for not doing more to protect her, for not fighting back against their father's tyranny. In response, her mother would try to comfort her, telling her that she had done the best she could under the circumstances.
And then, one day, as if a switch had been flipped, London's eyes fluttered open. The doctor had warned them that her recovery might be slow, but for now, they could breathe a sigh of relief. London looked around the room, confused and disoriented, trying to make sense of where she was and what had happened. As the fog began to clear from her mind, she realized that she was no longer in the dark, twisted world she had once known. She was finally free.
Sorry for the short chapter but what should happen next
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Vera Monett
Non-Fiction"I got to much going on, you might disagree but I'm dying inside it feels like I'm not me I'm lost nunu,I'm gone"
