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Three days have past sense surgery.

I sit here fiddling with my gown awaiting for a person to enter my room and give me something to do.

El , my mother along with every body else said that they where going to go in the kitchen, leaving me all alone in a stupid hospital.

"El? sweetie are you hungry?" My mother exclaimed.

"Mm" I say with a small nod

With that she pushes the palms of her hand on the door fame to bounce her back in the unseen room.

"Bye" I whisper mostly to my self

El comes in quietly and attempts to get my attention my tugging on the blanket hanging off my bed.

"El?"

"Yes?" he says as I pick her up.

"Momma made me shoes so I wouldn't break my feet" she said excitedly.

"There very nice" I whisper with a hint of blank pain in my voice.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah I'm fine don't worry about me" I say with a soft smile as I grip my new cold arm.

"You always say that. I can see it in your eyes" she says sweetly in a small tone.

"See what in my eyes?" I choke a bit, barely noticeable, but I still choke.

"Your always lying, lying to your self, to us..." she drags as i try to pound the tears back like im playing a game.

"i know you do it to show your strong and so people won't always have to worry about you but... Tell me? are your really ok?" she says leaning in closer.

"No." I spoke blankly. Staring her in the painted eyes.

"What's wrong"

"I don't know elle, it everything, just everything. what are we going to do?"

"Live" she says then jumping down slowly sliding off the bedsheets, carful not to break.

Careful not to break her self.

I have to do the same.

Not break.

"Don't break rory" I tell my self.

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