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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

<p>Having thought that the time i was sitting there waiting for the doctor to tell me how Alexa was doing was the hardest was pretty stupid. Nothing had prepared me for the hours that came after. Sitting there having absolutely no idea what was going on. My mind was a jungle ,I kept thinking about the worst scenarios of how the day would end . As I sat there my mind went blank and all I could do was fixate my eyes on the door patiently waiting for the doctor to open it any second and tell me they were okay.</p>

STRONG ENOUGH