Fang 34

Gypsy

I was lucky to survive. Everyone told me so.

The nurses, the doctors, my dad - everyone thought I was lucky.

But I didn’t feel lucky. I felt empty.

Like there was nothing left of me anymore. Melanie had carved out my soul when she carved into my body with her knife.

I wasn’t sure if the empty feeling would ever truly go away.

Fang was a big part of it. The emptiness.

He had come for me when I thought no one would, cradled me bleeding and dying on his lap and whispered plans for our future as Monster drove like a maniac to get us to the hospital. I could dimly remember it.

I needed him.

But I couldn't see him.

Three weeks after being brought to the hospital clinging to life, I still couldn't bring myself to be in the same room as him. Every time he tried, I turned my face away.

Until he stopped trying.

I knew he was out in the hallway. He never left. And I needed him, but I just couldn't face him.

Fang might have thought I blamed him, but it couldn't have been further from