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"I am so sorry Charlotte, we did everything we could but it was a miracle that you managed to survive." And with that she turned around and walked out of the room. The doctor that had just sent my world crashing down around me left my hospital room like she hadn't just given me the worst news of my life.
I didn't care that I had survived. I didn't care that it was a miracle that I was alive. All I cared about was the fact that it was gone, My baby was gone and it was all his fault. My heart began to beat out of my chest, I could feel the tears running down my cheeks as I began to break down. Sobbing uncontrollably I sat in my room alone, unable to pull myself back together, feeling the pain spread throughout my body like it was never going to stop.
"No!" I jolted upright in my bed, trying to figure out my surroundings. I was at home, in my bed. I tried to calm myself down, tell myself it was just a dream but its hard to tell yourself it was just a dream when in fact in was a memory from five years ago. Five long years and still the same nightmare every single night. I stood up and walked over to my bathroom. Looking in the mirror, I barely recognized the face looking back at me. My once long, brown hair was now cut in a short ashy blonde hairstyle, my eyes that used to be a deep chocolate brown now appeared black, my face was visibly skinnier then it had ever been and of course that scar. The long scar that sat across my collarbone to the center of my right shoulder was sitting there like a giant reminder of the night that haunted my dreams.
Jumping in the shower I set it at my normal temperature, scalding hot. Even after all these years I still felt the need to wash away the nightmare. Like if I could just wash of the memory it would be as though it never happened. I finally peeled myself out of the shower; I had to get ready for the day. Today was the day I had to venture out into the streets I grew up in, the streets of charming. The same streets that I had managed to avoid for the last 5 years.
As I got ready for the day I kept replaying the same anthem in my head over and over again 'just get through today and you can come home', 'Just get through today' 'Just get through today'. Today was my nephew's elementary school graduation and I had promised him that I would come. I had already broken that promise time and time again. Every year he asked if I would come to his birthday party, for the last 5 years I had said I would come but come the day when I actually had to drive past that Welcome To Charming sign the fear and the pain took over and I would text my brother a reason as to why I couldn't make it. I knew that he didn't believe my excuses but he understood why I did it. My nephew however was getting to the age where he knew I was lying about why I couldn't come but he didn't understand why. All he knew was that I continued to let him down every year. I tried to make up for it in the days that followed his birthday by taking him to amusement parks and buying him the presents he wanted most, but none of that made up for the disappointment he felt every year when I didn't show up and this year I was not going to let that happen. This year I had to be at that graduation, I had to push my feelings aside and think of that little 10-year-old boy.
I gave myself a once over in the mirror before grabbing a pair of shoes out of my wardrobe. I glanced in the corner at the long forgotten black and white converses, which once were my signature shoes yet I hadn't worn them in god knows how long. Instead I grabbed the black boots that matched my skinny jeans, which I had paired with a simple white t-shirt and black bomber jacket. Opening the front door I felt the first wave of panic hit me but I had to push past it. I had the hour drive to Charming to pull myself together, for the sake of my nephew.
