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Chapter 11
    Those days and those nights
    I’ve never liked hospitals that much growing up, with my visions I’d have quite a handful দ্বারা just stepping through the doors. Tradegies after tradigies. I know hospitals are good, and I respect them and all. But bad things tend to happen to something good, people die here everyday.
    People are taken here to be tended for their injuiries because of a tragic event.
    So far since I’ve woken up in this hospital visions and all kinds of things bombard me. Like when I closed for my eyes to rest, I was standing in the রাস্তা watching this poor kid get beaten up because he went for a different team.
    Or a group of teenagers get hit দ্বারা a bus because the bus driver was drunk. অথবা something else horrible, and sometimes I’m the victim, I feel there pain and fear and what they went through. It’s draining.
    I rub my eyes a couple of times, and try to relax. My emotions are on overdrive because of the stress and damage done to me lately. Plus, the doctors told me there going to keep me for three days, to check if there’s anything wrong.
    Dad’s not happy about that, I could hear his shouting from the phone miles away. And mom? I don’t know, but something tells me she’s just as angry as dad. My parents are not the only ones, Jess, being the stubborn head girl that I love, refused to leave me side after she heard the news. It’s been at least two days, and I have one আরো left here, and during that time Jess managed to sneak in and skip school for the day.
    But somehow her parents found out, and now she’s locked up in her room. Though her parents have visited me and gave me this laptop to communicate with Jess over an online face chatting thingy, I প্রণয় Jess’s parents, there way to cool.
    Cadence visited me to, it wasn’t the least bit of awkward from yesterday, but we didn’t talk about it.
    So far things are going fine, but soon it won’t be, we still have the fact that Dorothy indeed was a part of that gang, and that wasn’t the only prank they did. Her killer’s still out there, I can feel it, I just don’t know who and where they are. But the আরো visions of my sister’s life I get, the আরো I’m close to finding the answer.
    I breathe deeply and try to think of a happy time, a time where nothing was wrong. I remember going through our family photos, it was a tradition of ours to go take a professional picture of the family. I’ve never thought it stupid, and it gave a reason for Dorothy to shop.
    We’d always have a theme, sometimes we’d where matching outfits, and others we’d dress up in some short of a fashion, like one time we all where dressed up in those boarding school uniforms, and the other we were dressed approximately for the beach.
    Those we always fun, it was the one time where things seemed peaceful between us. But then things started getting tense, mom and dad’s fighting became আরো frequent and heated, Dorothy started to distance away from all of us (which I assume is where she met those pranksters). The house started feeling আরো crowded, Dorothy was gone almost every night, returning in the middle of midnight, mom sometimes went to the bar, and dad volunteered for extra work.
    And I was all alone.
    Which I’ve been accustomed to get used to.