Ethan
That day. I can't erase its traces from my mind. I can't talk about it to anyone. I couldn't prevent Sarah from going to the hospital all the time. I should've known what she was passing through, but again what can I do for her? I am useless. I was when I was a kid, and I am now too.
I was sixteen when Sarah had an accident with her father. I remember I went running to the hospital, but they didn't let me in. She wasn't awake, so the adults thought it was better; I shouldn't see her before she was awake. I guess it was my mom who suggests it; she knew about my feelings for her. It was a nerve-wracking week. I thought I'll lose my mind if I didn’t check on her, and I was over the moon when my parents called and asked me to come to the hospital because she woke up.
I heard her screa
