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~Lisa's POV
I was hot one second and freezing the next. The drugs they gave me just made me more tired. And I knew why, because I hadn't eaten anything good. Just scraps. Leftovers. Sometimes not even that. And without real food, the medicine couldn't help me.
I laid on the cold bed, my arms wrapped around my stomach, trying to make the pain go away. But hunger, fever, sadness… It was too much.
No one had checked on me. No one cared.
Milo was gone.
And I… I was just here, wasting away.
I turned my face to the wall and cried. Quiet tears. The kind you cry when you know there's no one to hear you.
I thought about my father. About the way he used to carry me on his back, call me his little warrior. I had dreams once. I was supposed to make him proud. Be strong. Be happy.
But look at me now.
Alone. Sick. Broken.
I sat up slowly, my head pounding. My thoughts were dark and heavy.
What if I just disappeared? What if I stopped all this pain?
I didn't want to feel anymore.
