It had been 3 whole days in the hospital. My head was starting to feel better, and I think it was about time I go home. My parents would take turns staying throughout the night. I really appreciated what they were doing for me. The police were starting to ask me questions about who did this to me. But one question they weren't asking was, "who was it, and what's its name?" So I decided to tell myself. And I didn't hesitate.
It was my last day at the hospital today. It was the longest I had ever been in it.
When I reached my home, I felt great. I felt like I was in my home. My real home. And that's when it hit me. My parents kicked Mark out. He was gone. I screamed and excitement, and my parents came running, thinking something was wrong. All i said was,"THANK YOU!!" My parents understood completely. They were happy. We were happy as a family.
The next few days I had to eat the same bowls of soup. The hospital had packed a few bowls for us to take home. When they were finished, that made me know that I was perfectly fine. Today I was taking my last bowl of soup. Super excited, I gulped it up.
It was the middle of the day. I was feeling so much better. I decided to go out and get some fresh air. I looked out to the sun, shining bright. Everything was great.
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The Knock
General FictionLeah is an ordinary girl. She has a family, she has friends and everything usual. But when there's a knock at the front door... Everything changes.
