I didn't want to go back to the apartment
even though
I didn't have any of my school stuff.
Instead,
I found myself
walking to the hospital.
Visiting hours
technically didn't start
for another hour
since it was only 5AM,
but since I was Daiha's sister
I could visit at any time.
I sighed
when I walked into her room
and found
that nothing had changed.
She was still
lying there
pale
and hooked up to machines
unable to survive
without them.
I sat in the chair
next to her bed
and took her hand again.
She was still ice cold,
her breathing steady
only because of the tube
in her mouth
giving her oxygen.
Just seeing her
like this
made my heart hurt
and all I wanted
was to curl into a ball
and cry
and cry
and cry...
It took me a minute
to stop myself
from letting the tears
fall down.
Instead,
I figured
I should keep her up to date
on what she was missing.
What if she was like this for months?
She would miss so much...
I had to bite my lip
because I was about to cry
again
because this was all my fault.
If I hadn't been so selfish
so stupid
I never would have yelled at her
I never would have blamed her
I never would have run
into the damn storm...
It was all my fault
all
my
fault..
I was crying
despite trying so hard
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Poetry-Sequel to Smile- The devastation of hurricane Jordan has left Delilah Smith in a tailspin. Her sister, Daiha, is in a coma, and doctors aren't sure if she's even going to wake up. When her parents aren't working they're spending all of their time a...