~ ROSELLE ~
I've made up my mind. I keep telling myself that, over and over, like a mantra I'm trying to drill deep enough into my chest that it stops feeling hollow. I'm leaving, tonight.
It should feel like relief. It should feel like something solid and certain, just the way a decision is supposed to feel once it's been made. Instead, my chest won't stop heaving, and my hands won't stop trembling, and every time I try to breathe through it the air comes out wrong, like there isn't quite enough of it in the room.
I press my back against the headboard and stare at the ceiling.
Dr. Elias had come in earlier for his evening check. I'd noticed immediately that the nurse beside him was different, not the nurse who had been with him the previous visit. It struck me as odd for a brief momen
