Chapter Fifty-Seven

When I wake up, the room is empty and I have no idea what the time is.

I rub my sore and gritty eyes. I can feel how swollen they are from all the crying I did. It's the least of my worries.

Everything is hitting me harder than ever right now. My heart pounds in my chest when I look at my bandaged arm which is feeling heavy and sore now. I think I need more painkillers, but I don't want to call for a nurse. I want some time to myself so I can process all of this. It's nearly impossible, but I have to manage.

Constance is asleep on the chair in the corner of the room. Seeing her pinches my soul. I'm glad she's here but at the same time, it's yet another reminder of how my family failed me. That they did. All of them. Even dad, who allegedly meant well. I lost a lot tonight, and my family is one of those things. Sure, maybe a few years down the line we might act like nothing ever happened. I might visit them or call them during the holidays, but my love for them is gone. All that's l