Empty.
It's all I felt these past few weeks. The world around me continued and I was frozen in the past, unable to move on or I just didn't care to. I stared at the white walls of my hospital room, lost in thought.
Today I was going home. It was kind of funny how my place was where I felt the most safe, but now I'd rather be anywhere else but alone there. I threw the last dead flower into the garbage and gathered the fresh ones into one large vase.
The nurses tried to convince me to call a friend or even a parent to help me home, but I didn't want to bother anyone so early in the day. Being alone is what I needed right now to deal with all of my emotions.
"Ma'am." A soft voice spoke. I turned to find a nurse standing there with a wheelchair and immediately shook my head.
