Mary's father led me to a door and he stopped there.
"Go on. She's been asking for you since she woke up." A nurse said.
I gripped the handle tightly and slowly opened it.
The room was dark; it was still pretty early in the morning.
I let it close behind me. Soon, I was all alone except for someone sleeping in the bed in front of me.
She woke up, her body bruised, bloody, and broken. The sight hurt so much worse than I'd ever felt in my whole life. I felt as if everything inside me had died. I couldn't move so I just stood there.
"I fucking hate you." I said.
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Teen FictionA short story about two girls, one struggling with depression, and the other just trying to best to keep her happy.
