Twenty Three: LISA

When my mum was alive, she would always tell me that 'Life is too short to not live it with the people I love'. She was always fierce in showing how much she loved me. So fierce that on the day she died, I nearly lost my mind to the truth that I have lost the only one person in the entire world who loved me more than life itself. The doctors had to shackle me and had me placed in a psychiatric ward for more than a week. Well, I wasn't counting. My aunt Kate took the liberty to count the fucking days for me.

However, on the day I began to regain back pieces of my sanity, I prayed to God to never allow me go through that pain again. I was afraid that if I ever went through it again, I may not survive.

Never could I have imagined that a pain worse than that was waiting patiently for me nine years later.

The nurses are screaming. I can hear Sandra crying. Ethan is cursing. That sharp signature scent that can only be found in hospitals is hitting my nose so badly that it makes me want to p