Dead and Gone: No, Not Really
When I woke up again, I found myself in a hospital room.
There were bandages wrapped around my head, and my cheeks were stinging in pain.
What had happened?
The room was quiet. It was so quiet that I could hear the argument outside the room.
"Why is God so cruel? I shouldn't have given birth to her in the first place!"
"She's just being childish. This depression thing is just something she made up to scare you. This might all just be an act!"
I could imagine Dad's expression when she said that.
Yvonne spoke next. "That's right. Have you forgotten? Yvette has always been good at acting, even when she was young."