20| long days

Serine

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Fortunately, the passed few days had gone pretty smooth and I hadn't unnecessarily been stressing on things.

I obviously kept visiting my dad on a daily and it was the same old news. Talking to a person, with their eyes closed on a hospital bed I think was definitely a torturous thing because the person was truly still alive because of a man-made machine.

It was like talking to the dead who was still living.

Did that make any sense?

Even if I didn't, it surely wasn't a pretty feeling.

I sighed, leaning my head against the wall staring at my wardrobe, puzzled.

It was like I didn't know who I was, I didn't know who these clothes belonged to because I didn't even know where to start. It was just another day of me going to school but for some reason, something inside of me just said that something was going to happen. But I didn't know what.

I shrugged it off and made my way to my wardrobe and I glanced at the window outside. They sky was already blue- it seemed warm and it