Sixteen

I woke up with a throbbing headache that wanted to split my head in half. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I was seeing clearly. The white-colored walls with medical supplies everywhere only meant one thing.

I was in a hospital.

I winced in pain as the last events that had occurred returned to me all at once. My father calling out my name, Gloria begging me to open the door and Davis not giving two fucks whether I lived or not.

But then, what was I doing in a hospital, connected to an IV tube? And why did my head feel like it was going to explode?

"I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. I just didn't want you to leave. I promise I'll never let that happen again. I'll make it up to you. I just can't lose you..."

A memory…

I wasn't so sure.

Davis could never say those words to me, even if I was unconscious and he thought I was dying. Maybe my brain was just replaying what it thought I wanted to hear.

The door swung open and the familiar-looking doctor came in. She smiled when she