My mess

POV

Millie

It’s Sunday night and I’m told I can leave in the morning. Nurses come in and out of the room every so often. Steph sits on a chair in the corner of the hospital room, she hasn’t left my side since she first came here other than to Uber to the house for Mia’s car and my phone, the store to grab us some things, oh and the book store to buy another book. She’s reading yet another dark romance novel. She insisted on reading me some chapters and although they make me question my morals and I won’t tell Steph this, I already ordered her recommended books on Amazon.

I pull up on my light green hospital gown that keeps falling off my shoulder and adjust my position on the uncomfortable bed. My lower stomach is cramping a bit but the pain meds are helping. I stare out of the window at the dark sky, the same darkness I feel in my heart. My emotions have been varying every hour. Sadness, anger, numbness, rage. I laugh sometimes, cry others, and attempt to make peace with my realit