BROOKE
I can hear talking from outside the door, even someone crying.
I know it’s my father, but I don’t want to be here.
I look down and take all the tubes out of my arms and everywhere else I have them. I looked at my arm with the metal pole sticking out. I can move it, but it is sore.
I slowly get up out of bed; I’m in a hideous hospital gown. I don’t care, as I don’t own much clothing. I looked behind to see I was wearing underwear, which to my relief, I was.
I stood and tried to take a few steps at a time. The pain was manageable.
I looked around the room, but I was taken back by the stuff I found. Many people must have been to see me, but I don’t know who as I don’t know anyone.
I looked towards the window, walking over. I noticed I was on the second floor. I know I can’t go t
