When he opened his eyes, he was in a
hospital.
He whispered: “I didn’t die?”
No one answered.
The police brought me into his room.
He was pale and lifeless.
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They asked him about it, but he was silent.
The cops yelled, “If you don’t talk, we’ll still
arrest you!”
I said, “Let me.”
They left us alone.
I sat by his bed.
He reached for me, yelling. “Why did you save me? You bitch!”
I smiled. “Dying is too easy. I want you to watch your family fall apart.”
He looked confused. The heart monitor
beeped faster.
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I got closer to him:
“You know, your dad was arrested for all that fraud, he was sentenced to jail. Your mom couldn’t handle it, and is in the ICU.”
“You’re the reason all this happened, and you’re alive, aren’t you happy about that?”
The heart monitor was screaming. The
doctors rushed in and gave him a shot.
He went from being angry, to sad and
depressed.
He cried, he was a mess.
