Chapter 54

Joan’s POV

He really did it; he hurt mom, just like he promised. I had no idea when it happened as mom slumped on her way out of my room. Due to her closeness to the staircase, she tripped and fell all the way to the base of the stairs, and the last thing that affirmed me was her scream when she fell.

Now she was in the ICU, and I couldn’t stop crying; I didn’t want to survive anymore; I hated my life at that point; I didn’t see the reason to survive; every sound existed in my mind yet it felt so quiet; I was so tired of living yet too afraid to end it all; it just didn’t work well with me, not after what had happened.

"Joan, look at me,” someone said, tapping my chin, but my vision was clouded, and I couldn't see any further than an inch. My body was numb and disconnected; I knew I was whimpering and shivering. When I think of it, that was all I remembered.

The scent of blood, the jitter, and the cold shivers—that was all I could recall.

“Joan, snap out of this, breathe!" More people