Chapter Eight

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Catty.
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The ambulance ride is take a life time.
My baby girl. Being taken out of my arms and in the gurney. Strapped down like an animal. Unconscious, bleeding, shortness of breath. All things I can cure.

'I wanted to make her happy. Wanted to help her. She's mine. It was a mistake to give her up. I'm not going to now.'

We arrive at the hospital. They take her out. As in 'they' I mean 'big bulky men that strapped my daughter like an animal'.

It has been four hours. No sign. No signal. No word. No one.

A nurse of some sort comes out with a tablet. Asking for her parents. As she takes us back there and can't help but stop in the middle of the hallway right before her room door.

"What's wrong?" Chris asks
"I'm hesitating. And I can't stop." I say barely breathing
"Just come on. We can do this together." He says reassuring me
I nod and we walk in.

She has her wrists wrapped up in gauze. IV in her right arm. Passed out.

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She comes in crying. I can tell.
I have my eyes shut for a reason. I'm not passed out.
She hates me. I just needed to get out of that dark hole. But I'm right where I started. Why must it be so hard to die. I just want to die. That's all I'm asking.

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