"Liss? Lissa? Are you awake?" My mother's familiar concerned voice shatters the vacant silence. I don't answer. I have never let my mother see the shattered heart inside of me for fear that it will only upset or disappoint her. Now, I can sense disappointment, concern, and above all things, confusion, running amok in the hospital room. I feel icy skin wiping my dirty blond hair from my forehead.
"She'll be just fine, Miss Moore. Now please, your daughter needs rest. I'll alert you if her condition changes," an awkward male voice promised.
"Thank you, Doctor." I could hear the tears choking her voice, and for the first time in two years, I felt a pain of guilt for my mother.
I didn't hear her walk to the door, but I heard the door click shut. I shooted up, taking the sheets with me. The doctor looked alarmed at me.
"Miss Moore? I must go and get your mother!" He rushed to the door. I chased after him and grabbed the doorknob just as he reached the door.
"No." He looked taken aback.
"You're just a girl. You've no idea what you're saying," he sputtered. I glared at him, and he sighed, defeated.
"Oh, all right then. What do you want?" he asked.
"I want to be heard." He smiled.
"Very well. I'm here to listen," he said.
"My story is different than most others," I warned him. "It goes a little something like this......."