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Ellie

I do not remember how I got to the hospital. I remember giving up on life and not wanting to breathe anymore under that water. I remember letting it go, and the next moment, I woke up with Adrian holding my hand. Why is he even here? I am kind of glad that he is holding my hand. But then I remember. I recall how he could not believe me. I recall how he did not hear me out even after I cried to him and begged him. I recall he, just like the others had condemned me to my doom. That he was the reason I had an excruciatingly painful two days. That he has just subjected me to torture. That I almost died because of him. I hate him. Why am I allowing him to hold my hand? I withdraw and order him to leave.

I cannot look at that face. He betrayed me. He was supposed to protect me, to love me but he did not. Just like Ryan, he hurt me. I cannot handle this anymore.

I feel pain from all the muscles in my body. I feel so fatigued and my head is throbbing. I have been having some trouble b