Her eyelids fell and a small breath escaped from her mouth. I
leaned back again.
The loud beeps slowed down until it was one final, lengthy beep.
I looked around the room. It was empty. They had left us alone.
She had left me alone.
I slumped back into the chair I was so very familiar with. I was
surprised with the lack of tears streaming down my face.
I dialled my best friend. She picked up in seconds.
“Tyla?” I choked.
“I’m coming to pick you up. Stay strong, Sky,” she soothed,
instantly knowing what had happened.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
I placed my phone down and walked to the window.
It was a grey, rainy day.
I was on my own.
On My Own