Chapter Four-Delicate Flowers

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  • Dedicated to Oliver Bolton
                                    

 After they had shuffled out the room the nurse came over to my bed and said calmly and sympathetically, “they don’t mean it really, their certainly going to feel very guilty later on, I mean if you…” and she trailed away, I knew what she was going to say, if I die. She was almost certainly going to say that. I felt like crying-why couldn’t I just die straight away-I was in a coma and being treated for severe burns from the fire.

  The police came into the room and interviewed the person in the corner of my room. They started stuttering some words, then I knew who it was, it was my care worker, she seemed to actually be upset about all of this, maybe she did care-but she didn’t want to show it. Then the police started talking to the nurse they were saying that they would be back tomorrow for more interrogation.

happy easter everyone- next update: today!

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