Jessie
I wipe my shoes on the rubber mat just inside the hospital door.
Charlotte needs some food.
Poor child.
She just got here too!
I turn the corner to Mark's room.
The hallway is flooded with nurses and people yelling.
I push past some women.
Charlotte is curled up on a hospital chair with her knees to her chest and her arms around her knees.
"Charlotte?"
She moves her head to look at me.
I scan the room.
"Did they move Marcus?"
Her eyes cloud up, and she pushes her head back into her knees.
"Charlotte?"
She lets out a tiny sob.
I put the food on a seat and take one next to her.
Tiny tears roll from her brown eyes.
I wrap my short arms around her shoulders.
"It's ok."
I want an explanation, but I can wait.
This girl needs help.
She is hurting.
I'm not sure why.
It might not be my business, but I at least want to help a bit.
She mutters jumbled sentences through her tiny sobs.
I put my head on her shoulder.
"It's alright. You're okay."
I have a feeling that this is a breakdown a while in the making.
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New York- Where Dreams are Made
General FictionCharlotte Spencer is a small town girl. She dreams her entire life of going to New York. Her life in the town she grew up in isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows. She struggles to make it out of the horrid place and fight her way to the top. S...
