Chloé
I woke up in a white, cold clean room. Hospitals. After all the fights I’ve been in and the people I sent, I finally landed in a hospital bed. I couldn’t help but laugh a little, my chest hurting as I did. I groaned at the pain and remembered what happened. Parker. I remember the blade making contact with my belly. I remember closing my eyes, a sense of relief that I was finally free.
Dying to me meant that I was done hiding. I was done running and I was done fighting. But that didn’t work, did it? It seems that I still fought and lived. Which means I will still have memories and nightmares. I still feel like running, like Parker will appear out of nowhere. A part of me says that he is locked up, but another part of me says that he will always be there.
I can’t stay here. I ne
