I wake up in a white room.
I look over at the conveniently placed mirror and start to cry.
Bandages cover my noes and mouth. Possibly burnt.
My porcalin skin broken.
My heart still hurts.
"Sweetheart your awake!!" My mother says, walking into the room.
"You've been asleep for a year." My brother adds.
"The doctors don't know why you won't heal." My Father says.
I don't know what to think of this.
My Family died 5 years ago in a fire.
And now I'm Burnt, Broken and Hurt.
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