Lisa felt as light as a feather. She was so weak to the point she couldn't open her eyes or move her body. She heard the gentle sounds of machines beeping and people speaking quietly with each other but she found it difficult making out the voices. Was she dead? Was she alive?
She had no answer to these questions. The only thing she knew was that if she was alive, she didn't deserve to live. Not after everything.
She had been in an endless battle with her mind. She actually wanted to die, she couldn't live in this world after everything that had happened because of her.
But what about him? The one who brought a little light into her dark life?
The one who made her smile genuinely for the first time after her sister.
The one who made her think about her life seriously and wanted to be better?
