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Amber

My family and I moved around a lot while my sister and I were growing up. Never did get a straight answer as to why except that it was always something to do with my dad's job. I believed that until them moving caused problems with me and my schooling. I had been held back three years. I had to redo 6,7, and 8th grade. By the time my family and I moved to Beacon Hills I was 16 and because of being held back I was going into the 9th grade as a 17 year old. Luckily it was still summer time so in order to stay out of the house I volunteered every week at the hospital reading to patients. One day about three weeks after living in Beacon Hills I found the room of Peter Hale. I sat in the chair next to his bed. I had asked the nurse if he had ever gotten any visitors. When she told me no I felt bad for him. I studied the burns on the side of his face. I felt a tightness in my chest. Knowing that no one came to visit him made me feel angry on his behalf. I took a deep breath to calm down.

"Hello, Mr. Hale. I'm Amber. I hope you don't mind me being here. I'm going to read a story to you." I sat down.

I pulled out a book that was falling apart at the binding. I'd had it for a long time and getting a new copy was almost impossible. I smiled at and began reading to him.

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I closed the book. I stood up and stepped up to his bedside. I didn't understand why no one visited him. I felt bad for him. I leaned over and gently kissed his forehead.

"See you next week, Mr. Hale!" I ran to the door.

I stopped and looked back just before exiting his room. I didn't understand why I felt drawn to him. I shrugged it off and smiled at him one last time. I stopped by the front desk to sign out. I told them I would be back in two days to make my rounds again. I stopped at the hospital exit doors. I felt drawn back to Peter's room. So much pain and anger were coming from him while I was in his room. I looked back and swore I saw him standing there in the hallway looking at me with glowing red eyes.

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