Suicidal

EMILY

I spent the whole of the night on my knees beside him, begging, repeating the words, “Please…please… please.”

Nothing seemed to get past his unforgiving skin. How could I sleep when each second mattered concerning my father’s life? He was so close to recovering. There were two weeks to the end of the month and knowing my father could have woken up in that period if I had stayed put hurt me.

I did this to him, any retardation would be my fault. Why hadn’t I played it by the book?

“We will have breakfast with the Ortega’s. it’s your chance to prove to me that you get my message.” I heard his voice say.

My knees were too weak to hold my body up at this point so I was sprawled on the floor. My eyes were red from the last of sleep and I knew I looked a mess.

I hauled myself up to the closet. First, I needed an apology dress. Something modest and cool. Something everyone would see and know that something had changed.

No more colors for me. I’ll be sticking to black, even down to my und