Sasha
Anger. That’s all I felt. A burning anger that ate at me from the inside out. My life was so messed up. This anger grew hotter every second. Life felt like a cruel joke, and I was the punchline.
I’ve always hated hospitals. Hated the smell and the feeling of being trapped. Even after I had Adelaide, I couldn’t wait to get out.
Now I was stuck in this place, helpless. They expected me to swallow these giant pills that probably did nothing. And the nurses—don’t even get me started on them. They ignore my calls most of the time. But when my mother walks in, they act like I’m the most important person in the world.
I tried to shift in the bed, to sit up, anything. But my legs wouldn’t obey. Especially my left one. It felt like dead weight. I wanted to scream and rip my hair out.
Mem
