——— 私の誰かが孤独だった ———
One whole week had passed since her miraculous survival of the overdose of pills Megan had taken.
Nobody had visited her throughout the entire week. The only real person who visits her is her nurse, Carly because partly it was her job to check on her every few hours or so.
But on the contrary side whenever Carly was not in her nurse mode, she would visit Megan and fill her out on what she's been missing.
She was nice and all but Megan wanted to talk to someone else other then her own nurse.
She wanted to talk to her mother or somebody who would just listen to her ramble on and on about her shitty life and not somebody else filling her in about crap she would forget within days.
She wanted a person who could willingly spend some time talking with her. Hell, she didn't care if it was to be an old woman or a man.
Megan just wanted somebody.
Because currently her somebody was just the loneliness.
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Short StorySometimes physical scars bring you more pain than mental scars. And that was Megan's autobiography.
