Here's a quick peek for you to what's coming in the next chapter.
The rise and fall of the sun marked the passing of time, but I was numb to all of it. No, not numb…dead. I felt dead inside and I had no desire to move, to speak or to eat. I saw every concerned look and heard every pained word that came from my parents and Mrs. Jones as they tried to ask if I was all right, but the will to answer was not there.
As the sun rose to mark the beginning of a new day, I heard my parents talking somewhere behind me. I didn’t care enough to acknowledge them but I listened to their conversation. My father’s gruff voice was the first one I heard.
“Everything is ready. I need the two of you to dress her so we may leave. I cannot take this anymore. We need to get her to a hospital. She needs treatment soon or I fear the worst may come of this.” His voice was laced with concern.
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