Margaret’s Story

18, US.

Beep… beep… beep…The heart monitor was too slow. I stared out the window at the sunny brick wall, my only indication of the weather in the world outside that proceeded on without me. I sat upright in the thin sheets of my bed with the plastic covering underneath. The nurse came in with my tray of food, closing the door and the curtains surrounding it as she left. How had I gotten here?

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