Bella was getting worse.
As the days, and then weeks ticked by, as her name stayed on
the top of that damn list I watched her slowly fade away.
The nerves gave way to a depression so deep that she seemed
to almost completely shut down.
I can sense Luke watching me from the doorway as I lay next
to her.
She hasn’t spoken in three days.
I stay with her, lie next to her, try to comfort her.
I don’t know how to. Not really.
Death hangs over her like a shadow.
I watch her eyes.
They dart back and forth, as if watching people who aren’t really there.
“Why won’t they leave me alone?”
Her voice is a dry, painful croak.
“I just want them to leave me alone. Just a little bit.”
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