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MY LIFE IS OVER.
Behind the morphine dreams is the cruel nightmare of reality.
The reality I can't face.
I cry myself to sleep, wishing, pleading, praying to a God I don't know of that I'll wake up from this, but the same nightmare always awaits me.
"Shhh," my mother, Emma whispers. "It'll be okay." But her eyes are swollen and red from crying and even I know that she doesn't believe what she's saying.
Will, my father-now that's a whole different story. He doesn't even try to lie to me. What's the use? He and I both knows what this means.
My hopes, my dreams, my life… it's over.
The only one who seems completely unfazed is Dr. Tidwell "Hello there, Rachel!" he says amiably. "How are you feeling?"
I don't know if it's day or night. The second day or the first, and he wants me to answer that? I just stare at him. What am I supposed to say, Fine?
He inspects my chart. "So let's have a look, shall we?"
He pulls the covers off my lap, and I find myself face to face with the truth.