At the hospital, Laura was recovering from the bruise and lacerations she had sustained. Diane had told me how hurt she was and how bad it was.

I didn't feel bad for her in any way, how could I? When I remembered all she had done. Diane had told me to speak to her once or twice but I never listened to her.

Yesterday, I had gone to the hospital out of curiosity so I could literally see for myself what she was talking about. When I entered, the usual smell of antiseptic and drugs disturbed my stomach. I despised coming to the hospital and this strong dislike started from...