Light.
Darkness.
Light.
Darkness.
Light.
Darkness.
That is all I have been seeing. I think I may have died and become stuck between the living and the dead.
I don’t want to be alive anymore. I may be a fighter, but now I am so tired of fighting.
My body is exhausted. I just want to leave. Nobody will miss me—maybe only Mom and Marcus because they are the only family I have left.
There’s that beeping sound again, and then the light comes.
My eyelids feel heavy, but I fight to open them. After many tries, I finally manage to do so.
I see a pair of brown eyes, followed by the famous British nose of Marcus.
“Oh, darling! Thank God you’re finally awake. I thought I’d lose you.” Mama engulfs me in a tight hug.
“Hi, Mom,” I whisper, my throat dry.
Sensing this, Marcus hands me a bottle of water, which I gulp down in one go.
“What… what happened?” I ask.
“The doctor said you almost died from dehydration and starvation. I’m so sorry I couldn’t protect you, my daughter,” Mama cries, ca
