I was the only survivor.
For weeks, I lay in a hospital bed surrounded by machines, pain medication, and silence. Every time I woke up, I hoped it had all been a nightmare. Every time, reality returned.
The doctors fixed my broken bones.
Nobody could fix my broken heart.
After I was released, I moved in with my aunt. I stopped playing sports. I stopped hanging out with friends. I stopped caring about anything.
Food became my comfort.
Within months, I gained a tremendous amount of weight.
At school, people noticed.
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