*Cory*
I lie on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I don’t know what to do. It feels like my life is over and done. I’ve got nothing left to live for, and I just want to be free.
I sigh, thinking Amelia would have a much better life without me. She deserves so much better. She deserves someone like Sean.
But I can’t even do anything about it. I'm so pathetic that I probably can’t even manage to take my own life. How would I do it when I can’t walk?
I know they’re watching me closely, fearing I might do exactly that. They’re suddenly much more attentive, and I get all my food served already cut, so I don’t have to get a knife.
Neither Amelia nor Sean has visited me for two days, not since I pushed her.
I’ve seen how the nurses look at me, and I even heard two of them whispering about how
