Can I ever forgive? [MAJOR EDITING]

A lot to take in

I opened my eyes and blinked adjusting to the light around me, my eyesight was still blurry. I saw two heads looking down at me.

My eyesight came back to normal as I got a better look at the two people looking down at me. One had a tanned skin tone with brown eyes. The other had paler skin with brown coloured eyes. They both had masks on, covering their nose and mouth area.

I blinked a few times realizing they were doctors. I remembered what happened the last time I was awake. I realized I am alive, I am not dead, after what had happened. Why do I seem to always wake up after committing suicide?

"Claire, can you hear me?" the doctor with the blue eyes said. "Nod if you can hear us." the doctor with the brown eyes added. I nodded slowly in return.

I tried to pick my left hand up, but it was too heavy, I didn't have the strength to lift it. "It needs rest." the doctor with the brown eyes told me. He was referring to my left hand.

I tried to lift my head with my neck to look at my hand but it couldn't budge, I had a huge headache "Your body needs to rest, it's ok for now, but we still need blood." I looked at him in confusion.

He told me the whole story remembering I just woke up "You cut your wrist but you didn't get deep enough, so you didn't die, you didn't have a chance to cut deeper because of the extreme blood loss, it made you faint. Your neighbour heard screams coming from your house and got suspicious, but didn't look to see if anything was happening or not.  She then heard a loud bang from your house and ran to your house, she tried to open the door and succeeded. She saw you lying on the ground with blood everywhere and called the hospital. They went there and brought you here and we did some tests and wrapped you up, hoping you will wake up, and now you're up, a few hours after the incident, thank God." he told me, sighed and then continued "Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you, you hit your head on the wall falling from a standing position when you fainted. Your injuries will recover and nothing else is wrong with you. But, you lost quite a lot of blood from the two injuries. So now, we just need to look for someone with the same blood type as you, to donate blood to you, which is hard, because you have a rare blood type, even your mother has a different blood type as you, she can't donate her blood to you. You need more blood because of your extreme blood loss. Someone needs to come and donate blood to you, this is a race between life and death, we have to wait and see who wins." He finished as sadness showed in his eyes.

I took a while to process this. I woke up. I banged my head when I fainted. I lost a lot of blood. I need blood. They have no blood. We're waiting for blood. We're waiting to see if I'm going to die or not. Then, I thought about my father, he might be the person that will save my life. Wait, he left us, he would not care about me.

The door opened breaking me from my thoughts. I couldn't see who was at the door as I had no strength to lift my head.

My mother and my neighbour's heads appeared on top of me. My mother had a scared and sad expression while my neighbour looked in shock and rather damaged, I guess what I did a few hours ago gave her a shock and damaged her.

"Claire, I'm sorry." my mother cried as she apologized to me. "I'm sorry for leaving you with nobody to care for you. I'm sorry for not caring about your results, your character, your life. Claire, I'm just so sorry." She cried more, wiping her tears trying not to let any tears fall on my face.

"Claire, I'm sorry to tell you this, but, about your dad, he didn't leave us... I left him, bringing all he loves- you, the only reason I brought you with me was that. He didn't know where I went, he didn't know where we were, he still doesn't... Claire, he loves you, I want you to know that someone out there loves you, and I need to tell you that I am more than sorry to take that person away from you, but I can tell you now, that he is not the only person that loves you, I love you Claire, I didn't but now I do, I love you. I'm sorry if you don't love me but I'm all you got, I'm sorry." She cried harder as she said this.

"Your father was just that type of person that will find the good in people, that's how we were together. He was just so nice and sweet and caring... and... and.... so perfect." her eyes light up as she said this, I saw something in her eyes that I have never seen before. I don't know much about love, but I think I see it in her eyes. She still loves my father.

I didn't answer her, I was angry, sad, confused, relieved, happy.... I had so many different emotions inside me, I didn't know how to feel. This is just a lot to take in.

Hi guys. Wow, she woke up? Blood loss? Her mother just did what?

Whatever you do wrong, just apologize.

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