2 Days After:
Red curtains. The sound of a humidifier. Birds chirping. A nightstand with a piece of paper on it. A vase of red roses, this time fresh. The smell of mint. An open red door. Red.
The woman comes through with a pot of soup. She tells me to eat. I try to sit up, but my right arm isn't working. I look down and I feel a rush of nausea. My arm is completely gone. A burning sensation coming from my stomach, up to my throat. Throw up all over the red carpet. A broken soup bowl on the ground. The woman's arms around my head before I can even think.
"Mandy. Mandy," she says quickly. I don't struggle. I just let this strange woman hug me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Broken Hearts and a Small Glass of Lemonade
Historia CortaMandy Gavala suffered from a broken heart before, but it was never compared to this. After her best friend, and boyfriend, die in a car accident that SHE caused, Mandy has to figure out a way to get back on her feet.
