I wake up and nearly fall off the bed that I’m laying on. I need something to catch what is coming up my throat. I’m completely disoriented and confused as to where I am. My stomach keeps heaving but nothing seems to come out. Someone rushes to my side but I push them off. I roll off the bed and crawl to the toilet just in time. The images of Adam and Joseph are still fresh in my head. Once my stomach is settled, I lean against the wall and cry. I don’t really care where I am and I'm not really sure if I am truly awake.
I’m not sure how long I’ve sat against the wall crying before I feel someone come and sit beside me quietly. I ignore them as I try to control the images of Joseph and Adam's deaths. I feel a hand touch my shoulder and I shrug it off as I press myself farther against the w
