~Jennie’s~

“They said it happens… sometimes.”

I stare at the white wall. There’s a little dent in it. A smudge too, like someone pressed their forehead there for too long. I keep looking at it so I don’t have to look at the IV line in my hand. Or the empty chair in the corner. Or the window that won’t open no matter how many times I try.

I feel numb.

But not the kind of numb that makes it easier. It’s the kind that makes breathing feel loud. The kind that makes silence scream.

My stomach still aches. My throat feels sore from crying. My eyes are dry now....