Brandy
“Brandy…”
“Brandy, sweetheart, open your eyes. Please, open your eyes,” I heard my father's panicked voice pleading as it came and went. I struggled out of the darkness that clung to me like a second skin. I wanted to tell him I was okay, so I wouldn’t anger him again, but my lips wouldn’t form the words.
“That’s it, Brandy. Come on. Open your eyes.”
I finally pried them apart, only to be bombarded by debilitating pain. It almost felt like someone was shoving a million daggers into my head. It hurt worse than the accident I had suffered. I groaned squinting my eyes shut again, curling up into a ball and clutching my head. “Ow!” I groaned. “What happened?” Why was I on the ground with a pounding migraine? And why was there something sticky seeping onto the fingers of my right ha
