—ONE—
“Don’t try to talk sweetie.”
That seriously can’t be my mother’s voice. That is impossible, unless it’s my penance.
“Everything is going to be okay. The doctor’s say I need to keep talking to you so I’m going to do that.”
Dear God please don’t let her do that. I can’t take her talking. Please just let her go away.
“I realize you’ve been going through a hard time lately, but I never really thought it was this bad. I mean I know you were depressed, but I…I don’t know,” the woman let out a long sigh, “I just wanted you to be okay again. I’m sorry honey. I’m so sorry.”
My mom is apologizing. This is hell, I’m now convinced. This doesn’t make any sense though. If I’m dead, why is she apologizing? If I’m alive why is she apologizing?
“I should’ve asked more. I just thought you’d gro
