MY EYES ARE SILENT because of the tears that do not stop pouring. I look like I no longer care. My hands are full of blood as well as the black dress I am wearing.
My older brother and I rushed inside the hospital while Clark was unconscious.
"Clark, honey ... please hold on. Fight back," I said. I knew he could barely hear me but still wanted to say those words.
"Ma'm, sir, you are only up to here," said a nurse holding a chart. It entered the door where my boyfriend first entered.
The older brother tugged at his own hair while bowing. I peeked through the piece of window.
My heart pounded as I looked inside at the unconscious and bloody Clark.
I was so scared that I might lose him.
I can not do it.
"Zairene, wear this." My older brother wore his Nike brand jacket on my shou
