The next time Morgan opens her eyes, she is in a dark hospital room. She looks around to see what's going on. She only has a vague memory of the night before: when she took the pills. It is more like a bad dream in here mind than a true memory.
"No. No. No," Morgan thinks to herself, "This isn't happening to me."
She becomes aware of all of the different tubes attached to her body. Was she really in this bad of shape? Why did they save her? "They should have let me die," Morgan thinks furiously. A sudden urge to run down the halls of this sleeping hospital and escape overwhelms her. The last thing she wants to do is deal with her family.
Morgan once again looks at her surroundings. This time, she notices things she hadn't seen before. There are flowers of all types littering the room.
"Where could those have come from?" She thinks to herself.
She assumes they must have been from the previous patient. There is no way they came for her. While thinking about the flowers, Morgan falls asleep and doesn't awaken until the morning.
"Why would she do this," she hears her mother saying. Morgan isn't sure who her mom is talking to, but she doesn't dare open her eyes. "I have no idea," she recognizes this voice. Her mom is talking to her father. "We've always known she was a little... off," her dad shoots. This sets Morgan off.
"How dare you?!," Morgan hisses, "I'm off? I'm normal for having such shitty parents!"
A deafening quiet falls on the room broken only by the sound of the machines monitoring Morgan's pulse. "We didn't know you were awake," her mom says. "Well I was," Morgan shoots back. With this, her parents leave without another word.
"This is going to be rough," Morgan thinks as she closes her eyes, "oh well."
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