Say something

Say something

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I looked around the dreary hospital room, the medication being pumped inside my arm, a doctor was staring at me with a perplexed look on her face. "How did she survive that accident?" a woman with a bun and a worried expression on her face slowly asked the doctor outside "Where am I, what happened?" my voice croaked, it felt like I had swallowed razorblades. "Your car was hit by a train dear, you were trying to cross the railroad to get to work on time, but you didn't make it across..." a nurse said to me, setting chicken broth on my table. "How.. how did this happen? I can't remember anything." "She has amnesia." the doctor stated, making the woman's face as white as snow. "You mean, she won't recognize me?" I heard the woman questioning the doctor outside of the hospital room. "I'm afraid not Mrs. Calhoun." he had a sorrowful expression on his face trying to reassure the woman, that everything would be ok... I'm not so sure if it will...
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My heart begins to race. My lungs tighten as the walls seem to close in on me. Their staring eyes stab through my muscles as I turn stiff. Then I realize it. My mind and eyes looking for an escape. I want to run away. I want to leave. I suddenly feel trapped. For the first time, his blue eyes do not create that comfort mg heart yearned for all these years. They're the same icy coldness I saw in my father when he left. "I'm sorry. I...I can't." Run. Run just like he did to you. Break him just like he did to you. I should've known it's what I know best.

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