ALEX
The last time I was here, it had been due to finding my sister facing the rage of her baby's father. If that time had yet to raise any form of a conclusion in me, I hate hospitals.
Even as I lay here bruised up with stitches in my skin from the stab sounds, I still hate hospitals. The reality of the situation came at me fast, almost as quick as the motion of the knife Ray used on me.
One minute I was helping Rebecca get her things, the next I found myself in an ambulance hearing hysterical cries in the background.
My body felt exhausted yet somehow I felt I wasn't in it and my siblings bickering back and forth would have been annoying on any given day if I wasn't so caught up in processing this.
This trying to save everyone is getting old real fast
My mother had remained quiet
