ARIA'S POVEverything hurt.My head throbbed with a relentless, stabbing pain. My chest felt like it had been cracked open, every breath slicing through me like shards of glass. My throat was raw, burning with every sob I tried to hold back.It felt like someone had taken a knife and ripped me wide open, leaving every old wound exposed and bleeding all over again.I heard voices around me, distant and muffled, as if I were underwater.“…she’s awake.” “…don’t let her hurt herself.” “…call the therapist.”I slowly opened my eyes.White ceiling. Blinding white lights. The sterile hospital room closed in on me like a cage.The memories came crashing back all at once — merciless, unrelenting.Rain pouring down in sheets. The screech of tires on wet asphalt. Blood. So much blood. My mother’s hand slipping from mine — cold, limp, lifeless. My father’s eyes, open but empty, staring at nothing.I sat up so abruptly that a sharp, blinding pain exploded through my skull.“No.”The word t
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