I've been waiting to hear that amazing news, the news where I get told that Terry is doing better, or that he is awake. But I haven't. I'm home right now. I can't sleep, I just want Terry to come home.
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"Hello" I say this answering my phone, it's the hospital.
"Ms. Mitchel's we need you to come to the hospital as soon as possible"
"What!? Is he okay?"
"Just please come to the hospital so we can discuss it."
"Ms. Mitchell, unfortunately Terrell is um, he isn't-" I know what shes going to say, but I'm not ready to hear it.
"No! He isn't, he can't, you're lying!" As I say this I cry, and cry, then run to his room hoping it's all a joke and he is awake. But he's not there. He's gone. He's really gone. I scream and cry, I can't do this.
"Terry!" I scream this and realize it was all a dream. Now I wanna go to the hospital to check on him, to make sure it was a dream, because for some reason I can't register it in my head that it was a dream; I'm worried it wasn't. What if it wasn't?
This is why I can't sleep..
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The Issue With Trust
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