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𝒩𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓂𝒶𝓇𝑒

It's dark. The walls are white. I'm sitting in a chair. I've been waiting for hours. She's probably fine Allie.

"She's not fine," A faceless person says from the chair next to me.

"What?" I say to the faceless

"You heard her breathing weird all week. You should have brought her here sooner."

"No. I thought she was fine." I say. My voice is frantic.

"Stop trying to trick yourself. She's dead because of you." Another faceless blob says from across the room.

"No. She's not dead, they just took her into surgery." Yeah, that's right. I just saw the doctors take her away on the gurney. I walked with her until the red line. I kissed her goodbye and told her everything was going to be okay.

"You know she's dead. Don't try to fool yourself. We already know how her story ends." A faceless blob with scrub says to me.

What are they talking about? She's fine. I know she's fine. Or is she? Is this really all my fault? No, it can't be. I took her to the doctor multiple times and they all said she was fine.

I put my head in my hands. I can't think. Please just be okay baby.

I feel someone tap me on the shoulder. I look up and am met by another faceless person. They're wearing dark blue scrubs with blood on them.

No. No, she can't be.

I can't breathe. How do I breathe without her?

The faceless doctor starts talking. The voice is monotone. "I'm sorry to inform you, but unfortunately we could not save-..."

I tune out the rest.

She's dead. She's dead.

Everything goes black. The white walls and faceless people are gone.

It's just me in the darkness.

"You should have known." Someone whispers. I look around but see nothing but darkness.

"It's all your fault." Another voice says a little louder than the first.

"You could have saved her." Yet another voice says louder than the one before it.

More voices start to talk. Getting louder and louder after each other.

The voices make my head hurt. I keep looking for them but keep being met with darkness.

The voices are screaming now. Their yells feel like they're everywhere.

I curl into a ball. I can't take this. Please let me out. I'm sorry.

I feel a hit to my stomach, then my back, then my leg.

I'm rolled over and a fist collides with my face. The hits and punches keep coming.

I look up to my abuser and I feel my eyes go wide, which makes it hurt even more when the punch lands. 

A/N: Thank you for reading this short snippet of a part of one of my chapters. Sorry, it's so short but I'm trying to test the waters with this idea. I also don't want to give away too much to where people will steal it. If you made it to the end please comment your feedback and your overall feelings about this part from chapter 17 of my book. Thank you for taking the time to read this even if you didn't comment.